When I used to live in East Hartford, I would get phone calls for a particular Chinese restaurant located in the next town over. This happened on the average about 5-7 times a week, which was due to the fact that our phone numbers were very similar (same seven digits, different order).
It always used to amaze me whenever I got these calls, because for the most part, people were so intent on putting their order in that they wouldn't pay attention to the way that the phone was being answered.
I mean, if you were ACTUALLY LISTENING, you would instantly realize that you had a WRONG NUMBER when the phone was answered with a simply "Hello?" as opposed to the name of the business.
Even after I'd moved out of East Hartford and back into Newington, I would still get these calls, although with much less frequency.
"But G, if you've moved away, how were you still getting those calls?"
Easy. When I moved back to Newington, I liked my old phone number so much, that I had it converted to a cell number.
Fast forward to this past Tuesday (5/5). I turned on my cell phone that morning as I normally do, and within one minute of turning it on, my voice mail's ring tone kicked on. The first thing that came to me was that my wife had left me a voice mail, but she said no.
So I listened to it and lo and behold, the rest of this post is directed to the jerk that left me that one minute voice mail.
When you got to the restaurant to pick up your food, when did it dawn on you that maybe, just maybe, you dialed the wrong number?
Was it when you were arguing with the counter person? Was it when you were sitting there waiting for your order to be cooked? Or was it when you were on your way home, driving like a thug because it finally dawned on you THAT YOU F'd UP?
Do you actually engage your brain before opening your mouth? Or do you just ignore what someone says on the phone in order to get the first word in?
I mean, really, how hard was it to take ten seconds on your miserable little existence and actually listen to what someone says?
The number that you called wasn't answered with, "Chinese restaurant, how may I help you today?" It was answered with, "Hi! You have reached the voice mail of G. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message at the tone, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
Big difference in greeting little boy.
I think I've wasted enough of my valuable time trying to make you understand why a square peg does not even remotely fit into a round hole. So I'm gonna have a casual conversation with someone who has an I.Q. greater than yours.
My ten month old nephew.