WINNER.

[apocalypsos]

Spotted on Not Always Right here:

(I work as a receptionist at my father’s company. I had a brother who passed away before I was born.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [name of company]. How may I direct your call?”

Customer: “Yeah, I need to speak to [name of owner].”

Me: “All right, sir, what’s your name and purpose of your call?”

Customer: “Oh, he knows me. I’m his son.”

Me: “Michael? You’re alive!”

Customer: *click*

Comments

[dmlpacker.livejournal.com]

These always make me grin. But then I feel bad because they're real and definitely not right.

[sabra-n.livejournal.com]

I like the recent entry about the guy who uses his DUI report as ID at a bar.

[poisontaster]

I used to work at a construction company that, like a lot of them, was named after the owner, Charles Pankow. Charles Pankow is dead. Has been dead for several years now. And we used to ALWAYS get calls from sales people trying to be ingratiating: "Could I speak to Charlie please?" And I took DEEP pleasure from saying in a kind, cheery voice, "I'm sorry, he's dead. Is there something *I* can help you with?"

Ended the call EVERY TIME. \o/

[coyotegoth.livejournal.com]

WIN.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

You'd think people would at least do their research. Google is your friend.

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[lots42.livejournal.com]

I ended a crank call by claiming to the police chief's son.

This was before Ralph Wiggum was popular.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Gvien recent developments in my family, my first thought is "maybe it was a different brother dad wasn't aware of."

But the caller hanging up kind of makes that improbable.

[wiliqueen.livejournal.com]

That's even better than the fabled time (before my arrival at Office of Doom) we had a debtor come in, park himself in the reception area, and refuse to leave until he spoke to the owner.

Who was, at the time, in the UK.

I can't remember exactly how they convinced him that, no, Mike was REALLY on the other side of the Atlantic, but it definitely took the wind out of his self-righteous sails. (As did, I suspect, the fact that yes, he did owe the damn money. If people had sense, I'd so be out of a job.)

[dark-roast.livejournal.com]

I used to work at a law firm called Morgan, Lewis & Bockius. All of our name partners had been dead since the early 1900s. Of course, we got calls and letters for them all the time. As well as for "Morgan L. Bockius." Nice try!