AND DON'T CALL ME SHERYL
12 years ago
I got a call tonight from an unfamiliar number. He kept asking for Sheryl but didn't give his name. I told him I'm not Sheryl and hung up
He called 2 minutes later. "SHERYL, DO YOU HAVE A CROCK POT?!" NO. MY NAME IS CHARLENE. "Sheryl?" NO. "CAN I BORROW YOUR CROCKPOT?" CHARLENE McADAMS. NOT SHERYL. I DON'T HAVE A CROCKPOT I hang up again, thinking it's cleared up.
He calls a third time and I set my cell phone to permanently ignore him without talking to him.
I go online to look up the number. Joe Allen from Weymouth. Well I don't know any Joe's from Weymouth. I don't know anyone from Weymouth period (at least not that I'm aware of).
And no, you cannot use my non-existent crock pot.
He called 2 minutes later. "SHERYL, DO YOU HAVE A CROCK POT?!" NO. MY NAME IS CHARLENE. "Sheryl?" NO. "CAN I BORROW YOUR CROCKPOT?" CHARLENE McADAMS. NOT SHERYL. I DON'T HAVE A CROCKPOT I hang up again, thinking it's cleared up.
He calls a third time and I set my cell phone to permanently ignore him without talking to him.
I go online to look up the number. Joe Allen from Weymouth. Well I don't know any Joe's from Weymouth. I don't know anyone from Weymouth period (at least not that I'm aware of).
And no, you cannot use my non-existent crock pot.
When I was growing up, for what seemed like (and may have actually been) YEARS, we got phone calls from people looking for someone named "Chiney Lawrence". What the hell kind of name is 'Chiney', anyway?!
More recently, I had an amusing one where someone called and left a long message on our voice mail for 'Worshipful Master' (or the caller identified himself as 'Worshipful Master'; I can't remember which). Turns out it was someone from a Masonic Lodge, and they thought they were calling another Mason. They left a bunch of info about a meeting on our voice mail. So much for all that secrecy. :D
Chiney is not a name I've ever heard before
I'm just baffled he called 3 times in a ROW. Usually people realize they have the wrong number in one.