I spend a lot of my time at work on the phone talking to various people about various things. A good number of those calls involve me “meeting” someone for the first time, and it’s always just a little weird. The phone is great, since I refuse to do this kind of thing over email (I’d use IM before email – some type of real-time communication), but it’s still not the same as meeting in person.
I had a call scheduled with someone this afternoon – let’s just call him Brad (Pitt, of course, he’s in my head since he was on the Today Show this morning. mmm.). Brad’s phone number was in his email signature, so when the time came for the call, I dialed that. And the conversation went like this…
me: Hi, may I please speak to Brad?
(male voice, sounds around the same age as Brad): Brad?
me: Did I dial the wrong number?
: There isn’t a Brad here, what number were you trying to dial?
: That’s my number, but no Brad.
me: Oh, ok, thanks
: What, did you have a date? Did he stand you up?
me: Yeah, I guess so. Damn that Brad!
: Brad probably thought you were just another date. He didn’t realize that you’re a keeper.
me (by now, I’m positive it’s either Brad on the phone, or a roommate): I guess you know Brad, then?
: No, there isn’t a Brad here. But you had a date, huh.
And here’s where I’m flat out laughing, trying to end the conversation, as he goes on and on about my date with Brad.
Conversation finally ends, I email Brad, apologize for trashing his rep, and ask him to call me.
Brad calls a few minutes later, and never mentions my weird email about ruining his reputation.
Wouldn’t you have at least asked me what happened when I dialed the other number? You know, the one at the bottom of multiple emails as his signature? Why was I talking about his reputation?
But nope. Not a word about it, and we talked for a good 15 – 20 minutes. So there was certainly time to ask.
I find the whole thing very amusing, and am now fascinated by this mystery. If that guy didn’t know Brad, why on earth was he going on and on and on to me? Everyone gets the occasional wrong number where the person on the other end won’t shut up, but this was a little too, I don’t know, familiar? I was near positive the guy on the phone knew Brad. I STILL feel like he must have known Brad.
I highly doubt I’ll ever learn more about this, although I fully intend to ask Brad about it again. There may not even be anything to learn – I could have just dialed a wrong number Brad happened to write in his emails again and again.
Logic says it’s nothing. But you know? I just have a feeling it’s gotta be something.