I really shouldn't hate it when people call us and it's the wrong number, because I do it all the time.
Do you know how I know it's a wrong number? They call out a normal name.
"Hi, is there a Helen there?"
"Can I speak to Louise?"
"Yo Angie, wassup?"
If any of them say something in the realms of 'Jeeeeeeeen' or 'Jesus' then I know they've got the right number, but they've clearly never heard of Asia before.
But when they do get the wrong number, I hate it when they say "Is it the wrong number? It can't be the wrong number."
No, I'm just screwing with you buddy, because everyone knows that I don't dream of having a normal name like Helen.
"But this must be the number it's 3049 6308, it's 3049 6308"
No it's not.
"You must be wrong."
No, I'm pretty sure that this is my number, this is my phone and you're not supposed to be calling it.
"Oh, haha, you are wrong. Sorry. Bye!"
For those of you who don't have a brain, that is not my number. My name is not Helen. And I did not actually say that to the poor bugger who just called me. But that is what he said.