I have had the absolute worst luck with phone numbers.
My cell phone-
*I got random calls for some guy delivering gravel.
*A young woman who said I had her bf's cell phone and she was going to *()*^ and then ><#)*@ and went on from there. I initially tried to talk to her, but I gave up and hung up. She never called back.
*One day in the middle of the day I started suddenly getting phone calls in another language. I watched my voicemail count go up on my phone.
*One day in the middle of the day I started suddenly getting phone calls in Spanish. I watched my voicemail count go up on my phone.
After taking multiple phone calls I finally connected who spoke enough English to communicate with and discovered that the Spanish radio station announced a job opening with my telephone number. Finding someone that spoke English at this radio station was this side of impossible, but my sister who speaks limited Spanish was finally able to communicate well enough to get someone to talk to her and then they miraculously spoke perfect English. She told them that they had the wrong number, but the guy at the station still thought my cell number was the owner's cell instead of the business number. My sister recorded a bilingual message on my voicemail, but you would not believe the angry messages people would leave. They thought I was lying and I just didn't want to hire them.
Kid's cell phone-
Repeated calls for a guy who goes by Rev So-and-So, as in all calls for him were for Rev So-and-So and there were calls of all kinds although mostly collections calls. After some point his pharmacy called and said his prescription was ready. I was tired of it so I found him on whitepages and called his home number to discuss it with him. He was very nice and apologetic and when I mentioned the pharmacy he said ďOh, thatís my cream I need to go pick up.Ē TMI, TMI, TMI! It did work as the calls dropped off dramatically after that.
Short lived landline-
Had been previously owned by a family who spoke fluent Spanish. As Iíve noted above I donít speak enough to communicate. Happened a few years after the cell phone incident and I thought I was in the Twilight Zone.
*Multiple calls from the school district. A few were about a kid having trouble and as the teacher left her email address I emailed her to inform her of the problem and totally failed in communicating since she emailed me back an even more detailed response.
*Multiple collections calls.
*And last, but not least they had a sideline business for a Spanish-speaking clown. This is what eventually led me to cancel the service as my phone number was all over the internet and I couldnít get anyone to take it down. Unfortunately most of those calls ended up with the adult handing over the phone to a kid to whom I had to explain that I was not the clown and no I didnít have the number for the clown.