Phone conversation I had on Saturday night when I took a call from an unrecognised number:-
Woman: (after a few seconds) Who’s this?
Me: It’s Kit
Her: Who’s Kit?
Me: It’s me. You rang me
Her: I know I did. Who are you?
Her: Who are you though?
Me: Erm, the woman whose phone you called
Her: Is Brian with you?
Her: Brian! This is Brian’s phone.
Me: No. It’s my phone
Her: Who are you?
Me: It’s Kit.
Her: I know that. You said so. Where’s Brian?
Me: There is no Brian
Her: Yes there is. You’re on his phone
Me: No. this is my phone
Her: Why isn’t Brian there?
Me: I don’t know any Brian
Her: But this is his number, you’re on his phone
Me: No it isn’t and no I’m not
Her: Who is this again?
Me: I think you know who it is?
Her: But where are you? What are you doing with Brian’s phone?
Me: *sigh* It’s MY phone. There is NO Brian here, This is Kit’s phone.
Her: Could I have dialled wrong maybe?
Me: I think that’s likely yes
Her: Well I’ll try again but I’m sure this is the number I was given
Conversation I had Sunday night:
Me: Oh good Lord!
Me: Nope. It’s Kit
Me: *sigh* Yes
Her: Not Brian?
Her: I’m looking for my boyfriend Brian
Me: He’s not here. I’m Kit?
Her: Not Brian?
Me: Nope. Can’t help you love
Her: I may have the wrong number
Me: D’you think?
Her: Kit? Not Brian?
Me: We spoke last night when you rang me, insisting I had Brian’s phone
Her: Did I? Oh I am sorry. I’ll try again
Me: Great! Speak to you later…
Just putting it out there that ‘Brian’ may have deliberately given the wrong digits to this lady. Brian, if you’re out there… run for the hills man.
If she calls me again I am going to make a note of the number and randomly call her from time to time asking for Brian, or even better, tell her that I have Brian and we’re eloping together to Blackpool.
Classic case of one of my all time favourite phrases: – ‘Operator Ineptitude’ !