“Hello. I’d like to speak with Sandra Johnson, please,” she says.
“I’m sorry, you have the wrong number,” I reply.
“Oh, is this 0122…”
Ah. One of those. That explains the fabulous British accent, too.
You see, we have a phone number in England, which rings our phone here. It costs something like $5 a month, and allows our friends and relatives in England to call us quite cheaply (thank you Vonage). On the down side, however, it does lead to the occasional wrong number, not to mention sporadic phone calls from window salesmen at 3:00 am.
I, of course, have absolutely no idea what the phone number is. Solution? I hand the phone to Andy. “What’s our number in England?”
“I’m sorry,” he tells the woman, “I have no idea what the number is.”
Somewhere in England there’s a very confused woman, wondering why the American and the Brit have no idea what their phone number is…
“I’m sorry, you have the wrong number,” I reply.
“Oh, is this 0122…”
Ah. One of those. That explains the fabulous British accent, too.
You see, we have a phone number in England, which rings our phone here. It costs something like $5 a month, and allows our friends and relatives in England to call us quite cheaply (thank you Vonage). On the down side, however, it does lead to the occasional wrong number, not to mention sporadic phone calls from window salesmen at 3:00 am.
I, of course, have absolutely no idea what the phone number is. Solution? I hand the phone to Andy. “What’s our number in England?”
“I’m sorry,” he tells the woman, “I have no idea what the number is.”
Somewhere in England there’s a very confused woman, wondering why the American and the Brit have no idea what their phone number is…