All those in search of Joan, Joanne, John, Jonathan and Johann Dean, please stop calling our home. Whoever that is hasn’t lived here in over a year. In spite of the fact that I have told every single caller (a) I don’t know that person (b) they don’t live here and (c) take that name and number off your list, I get more calls now than ever before. Stop selling that name and number amongst yourselves!
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I totally know how you feel. When I got back from my honeymoon, our answering machine had 24 messages on it. 22 of them were hang-ups. When I’m at home, we’ll get calls from people looking for some guy with a computer technology business. In fact, he called the other day (who knows why!) and told me that it used to be his business line, and I’ll probably get a lot of his calls. Of course, tact dictates that I not leave a mean message on the machine telling people not to hang up or to FIGURE IT OUT ALREADY, but the temptation sure is great.
I feel your pain.
Weird. I just realized that my name is Michael and I just married a beautiful woman named Kristen.
Well, I guess the weird realization is how similar that is to your situation. I didn’t just figure out what my name is.
Hmmm.
I used to get calls all the time from a rent-to-own place. They would ask for Christy, and of course, I would think it was a call for me, that just mispronounced my name. They would tell me that I owed them money and when I told them I had never rented anything from them, I would have to go through this whole thing about my last name, where I lived, etc. They would say okay, but then someone else from the store would call me back the next day. Finally, I asked to talk to the manager, who beleived me when I told him I wasn’t the person they were looking for, but then he tried to get me to help find the delinquent woman!
We get calls for EVERYTHING ranging from mortgage companies (we live in a parsonage) to student loan consolidation. I can usually tell when it’s a telemarketer because…
a.) they mispronounce the last name (Kibler-McCabe or just Kibler or McCabe)
b.) they call me Jennifer (I’m a Jen to everyone who knows me)
c.) they ask to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Parsonage
Just tell them (s)he died last year, or some time suitably before you moved in.
How do you know (s)he didn’t?
I haven’t gotten any telemarketer calls since we moved to our new house and got cell phones instead of a land line.
It is very nice :)