Sorry, Wrong Number... You DUMMY!

So, apparently, my cell phone number is one digit away from the phone number for a local Chinese restaurant which delivers.

There is a woman who is having a great deal of difficulty with this concept.

The first time she called me and asked to order some delivery, I politely told her she had the wrong number. She asked if it was thus and such number and I told her no. The number she quoted was one digit away from mine. Apparently, she can NOT grasp this concept. Or she has some sort of difficulty with dialing.

She called me again the other day. Same request. One would think when I answer with "Hello" instead of "Wang Cho's takeout, how can I help you?" that would give her a clue, but no. She began giving me her order for Moo Goo Gai Pan. I interrupted her and told her she had the wrong number. She sighed impatiently and hung up.

She called again today. Again, she asked to give me her takeout order. Again, I told her politely she had the wrong number. And I said (politely, mind you) that she might want to check the number the next time.

And she said "Get a life, honey". GET A LIFE! GET A LIFE! Me get a life? I'm not the one ordering Chinese food three times in one week in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY. I'm not the one who is physically incapable of dialing the correct number. Get a life. I'll get you a life. I'll END your life. You just better not call me again. Or I'll take your order and then sit back and wait for you to realize that your Chinese food is never, ever going to be delivered.

That will show you. Get a life. YOU GET A LIFE. HONEY.