I don’t know who you are. I’ve never met you. I don’t even know your last name. This makes this letter even more difficult for me.
I have had my current phone number for the last six years. For most of those six years, it has been an enjoyable experience. The only exceptions to this come in the form of calls for the wrong number. For a while, I was mistaken for a gentleman named Virgil, so much so that I created a back story and character for Virgil. He became a British special agent akin to James Bond.
Despite the fun I had with Virgil, I eventually was forced to verbally abuse people calling for him so I could reclaim my phone. My phone was mine again and I was happy to have it back. I swore this would never happen again, and I kept my word.
That is, until a week ago.
Recently, I have been receiving phone calls for you. As you may or may not be aware of, we do not share a phone. In fact, since I don’t even know you, I would venture to say that you have never even seen my phone. If police called you into the station to identify my phone because it had been brought in on a string of cell phone related murders (unlikely, but possible according to some horror movies), you would be no help to them.
While the phone calls are annoying, they are more disappointing than anything else.
Multiple times in the last week, I have answered the phone hoping to find a friend. I like my friends, so if they were to call me, it would make me happy. The person on the other end, however, always asks for you. I immediately sink into a deep depression because, not only were the phone calls for someone else, but that person has no interest in talking to me. It makes it difficult to function in my every day life when I have to spend an hour each day crying in the fetal position because of you.
I feel you are making me the victim of a new kind of crime: identity gift. I don’t want you to gift me with your identity, so please do not force me to be Jennifer anymore. I have a hard enough time being Nathan, so adding a second identity just seems unmanageable at this point.
In conclusion, thank you so much for considering me when you give people you don’t want to talk to a different phone number. I do appreciate your acknowledgement of my phone’s existence. I just ask that, when a guy asks for your number, you give him a number to a local pizza parlor. Or maybe a Chuck E. Cheese. Maybe you could give him the number for the suicide hotline just in case the false number you have supplied hits this particular person harder than it should. These, of course, are just suggestions.
Love,
Nathan
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Okay, I confess, I’m Jennifer. (No not really) but wouldn’t it be a great story if I was?
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That would make for a good story. Plus, I would have actually successfully contacted Jennifer, so that would be a win.
Unfortunately, you aren’t. Sigh.
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You know, someone calls me too!! They say they are looking for Jennifer Blue— SO annoying!
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I wonder if it is the same Jennifer. Someone needs to stop her.
Thanks for checking out my blog.
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I’d like to meet this said Jennifer…apparently, she’s very popular. Kind of like how Roseanna Arquette is looking for MaDonna in Desperately Seeking Susan. (80’s flick) There you go! Place an AD! Desperately Seeking Jennifer.
you’re welcome.
sandi
http://www.ahhsome.wordpress.com
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You have a natural gift for writing, I had to read this twice, not because I didn’t understand, but because it was just so well written. Thank you I, you made me smile !
RJRDaydreamer
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Pretty funny stuff. Thankfully I’ve never had that issue before and have had the same number for about 8 years. Hope it clears up… at least until the next incident!
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The person who used to have my home number is a furniture salesman of some kind so we are forever getting calls for Larry Zheng. Man, I hate him. Maybe he and Jennifer need to go on a blind date.
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“Identity gift”, nice one. I used to get calls from a number in Alaska pretty routinely. Not sure who they were looking for, as there was a language barrier.
Funny story, thanks.
–Boo
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Hahhahahhahaha ** wipes tears of laughter ** I also had an “identity gift” a few years ago. Like Boo’s, all the calls were in a foreign language, an angry sounding one at that. One day someone called, spoke really quickly in English and not a call since.
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I have had my number for three years now, and I have people calling me for Pat at least once a week, no matter how many times I tell them she hasn’t been here for years…must be nice to have that many friends that have NO idea where you have been for three years…just saying.
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Oh wow, I never thought of this! Sometimes when I give a fake number, I’ll change the area code or something, so it sounds like I know the number. I’ll have a couple of fake numbers I give out, but I never thought that someone would be getting all these calls. Luckily, I don’t give out fake numbers often, maybe once in a blue moon. Usually I just say no. I would start asking these people where they met Jennifer, and if you could meet her too.
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Elena, if you are really “Jennifer,” I’m afraid you have made a terrible, terrible enemy. If not, then I guess we’re cool.
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i hevent had this problem before, but its true, and you have a peculiar way to tell things, its amazing…i really enjoyed your blog…i didnt know your blog and its amazing all your stories are like everyday things…awesome keep going please!
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Identity Gift… sounds so fun you almost forget how awful it is. I’m dealing with an Ed right now. From what I gather, he’s missed several doctor’s appointments and owes a few people some money.
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