8:30 in the morning, both Mom and I are in a rush to get to work, our phone rings.
mom – “Who calls international this early in the morning?” (Judging by the ringtone, we can tell it’s international)
me – “…”
mom – *checks display* “It’s definitely those surveys again, I’m not picking it up.”
me – “…”
The phone kept on ringing, repetitively. They must’ve called at least 3 times. By the time I’m at the door, I’m already fully equiped, ready to take off. The phone is still ringing. I picked it up.
me – “Hello?”
waiting…
me – “Hellow??”
phone – “Hi.”
me – “Who is this?”
phone – “I need to speak to Chris.”
me – “You got the wrong number.” *expecting apology*
phone – “What? How long has it been a wrong number?”
me – *WTF?!* “What??”
phone – “I need to speak to Chris Blah!” (I forgot the full name.)
me – “You got the wrong number! And I need to leave now!”
phone – *hangs up*
me – (=_=)b