Am I dead yet?

[la_rainette]

You have the wrong number. WRONG NUMBER. Understand? WRONG. NUMBER. No-one here can help you. No-one here even understands your language. I know you're calling from Italy - even though whatever language you do speak doesn't sound like Italian to me. I know you're desperate. I know you've tried to call from a local phone, and when that didn't work you used a Torontonian cell phone (imagine my face when I picked up the phone, expecting a familiar voice for a change, and it was YOU AGAIN.) YOU CAN CHANGE PHONES AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT, AS LONG AS YOU KEY IN THE EXACT SAME PHONE NUMBER IT WON'T HELP.

Please understand. You've called 5 times within 20 minutes, during which Tadpole suddenly decided to declare a National Spill and Break Day (victims so far: 3 eggs and one glass of orange juice) and I am running around with a sponge in one hand, the cordless phone in the other, going THERE. IS. NO. ONE. HERE. WITH. THAT. NAME.

It didn't help that said name first came across as "someone". That led to even more confusion.

Oh, bugger. I wish I could write a beautiful blues about it like Sam did (still no bed, wah!), but right now I just want to shoot myself. (Have settled with disconnecting the phone though. Leaving the answering machine to pick up doesn't help, he keeps calling and calling and calling.)

Anyone got an extra strong advil? On second thought, make that a handful of valiums.

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[darthfox.livejournal.com]

altavista suggests:

Caro signor --

Se denominate ancora questo numero, convocherò la polizia.

not sure what the polizia could do at this point, but it's worth a shot.

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

Si. Polizia. :D

I just came back from playschool, there is no message on my answering machine and the phone isn't ringing. I think there may be hope. :D