A couple weeks ago, my girlfriend’s cellphone rang while we were watching TV. She didn’t recognize the number, so she let the call go to voicemail.
When the “New Voice Message” box popped up on her phone, she held it to her ear and started listening.
Her expression quickly changed to confusion, then to shock, then to uncontrollable laughter.
Here’s what she heard (Warning: Language definitely not safe for work or children):
Wow, right?? Talk about a wrong number! We have no idea who this guy is (nor has she been doing any home improvements since we don’t even have a house).
Anyway, the phone rang a few minutes later and it was the same number. This time, I answered her phone.
“Yeah, is Karen there?”
“Karen? I think you have the wrong number.”
“This isn’t Karen’s phone?”
“I don’t know a Karen.”
(Long pause as the dude realizes he just left an expletive-laced voicemail on the wrong number)
“Oh, sorry.” (CLICK)
At least we all got a laugh out of it.