Wrong Numbers...

Marko has a post up about wrong numbers. Which, naturally, cranked the number on my personal "wayback" machine up to 11...

The phone number at my parents' house is a unique number. It's close to several businesses as well as the police non-emergency number for the next town over. We took a LOT of wrong numbers. One of the businesses that had a number close to ours was a towing company.

Well, one evening the phone rang.

[Me] "Hello?"

[irate male caller] "Where the hell are you guys? I called you half an hour ago and you send you'd send a truck right away?"

[Me, thinking] Ah, he thinks he has the towing company. I'll give him their #.

[Me] "I think you..."

[irate male caller] "That's your first problem - you're not paid to think, you're paid to send the fucking truck to my fucking house. That's why I called you in the first place."

[Me, thinking] 'Scuse me, asshole? You just bought yourself a world of hurt.

[Me, in my best business voice] "I'm terribly sorry, sir. We've had to cover a multiple car collision the next town over, and it's tied up two of our trucks for quite some time. We should have a truck available in about 20 minutes, but that might be as long as 30-35 minutes depending on how quickly the Jaws-of-Life gets through".

[irate male caller] "Well, that fucking truck had better get here damn soon."

[Me] "I'll tell you what. We'll call back in 20 minutes and let you know what's going on. Can you verify your phone number?"

...

[Me, 25 minutes later] "Is this Mr. Jones? I'm calling with an update on your tow. We've had an unexpected emergency arise involving a bus full of nuns and orphans. The llamas are okay, but we're a little concerned about the orangutan."

[irate male caller] {Long string of obscenities}

...

I never found out if he got his tow or now. I think he realized he had a wrong number...