For sometime now, we’ve been getting phone calls for the previous owner of our phone number. Someone by the name of Orin Percy. Usually the calls are simply from telemarketers. Sometimes from dentist and doctor offices. It gets a bit annoying after awhile taking someone else’s phone calls. Especially from the telemarketers.

One recent phone conversation:

Me: Hello?
Phone: (Silence while call is routed to somewhere overseas)
Me: Hello?
Telemarketer: Is Orin there? (In a heavy Indian accent)
Me: (I contemplate telling the telemarketer that Orin has unfortunately passed away. I’ve actually told a telemarketer that before. I’m busy at the moment and can’t think on my feet. I instead go with the more mundane and polite option.)
…
Me: You have the wrong number.
Telemarketer: This is not Orin Percy?
Me: No. You have the wrong number.
Telemarketer: There is no one by the name of Orin Percy there?
Me: The definition of “wrong number” would seem to imply that no one by that name is here.
Telemarketer: Oh.
Me: (Click)

Oh, great! Now we are going to have to not only take off our shoes at the airport but also ours hats. And our monkeys.

Full story here.

My favorite part of the story:

When passengers noticed the fist-sized primate on the flight, they asked the man “if he knew he had a monkey on him“, Ms Russell said.