I got a couple of weird phone calls this morning.
First, a woman called looking for Famous Dave’s. Ten minutes later, a man called, also looking for Famous Dave’s.
I told both they had the wrong number. Then, I get a call from the dude’s number again. I was sitting at the DMV by this point, so I just thought “WTF,” and let it go to voicemail. He called again a couple of minutes later. I ignored again, as I don’t want to explain that I am not Famous Dave while I’m waiting for the digitized voice at the DMV to call my number.
As I’m leaving the parking lot, the guy called for the fourth time. This time I answered with an annoyed “hello?”
“Hi, Matt?” (I’d answered the phone on his first call with “This is Matt,” since I didn’t recognize the number)
“Yes?”
“Is Rachel around?”
“Rachel? I think you have the wrong number. Aren’t you the same guy who called me looking for Famous Dave’s?”
“Yes. Do you know Rachel?”
“I don’t know any Rachel. Who’s Rachel?”
“She’s my daughter.”
“Well, I don’t know her, (silence), what can I do for you?”
“She told me this was the number for Famous Dave’s.”
“Some girl called me earlier looking for Famous Dave’s, maybe that was Rachel?”
“This number was in her phone, so you must know her,” the douche says, with a tone in his voice indicating that he busted me on something.
“Nope. I don’t know anyone named Rachel. Wish I could help.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”
Well, it turns out that there’s a Famous Dave’s with just one digit different from my phone number. So, when this guy’s sitting in a jail cell, he’ll wish he’d used Google instead of trying to beat the truth out of his daughter while yelling “who the fuck is Matt?”
