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Wednesdays Weirdos: Shoot the Messenger

So this is a little weak but I find leaving self-important messages annoying. I've called a number of people lately that have just bizarre things for their voicemail messages. Things like

"3. 2. 1.. ACTION!!!"

or go on and on about how the person probably won't call you back.

"Leaving a message may or may not have any effect and cause me to actually call you back."

or refer to themselves in the third person

"You've reached the Prince of Darkness...."

I might have to start leaving cryptic messages like this one Judith mentioned:

"Hi, it's me again. I have nothing to say to you. I think I have...a wrong number, but if I just hung up you might see my number on your ID and call me and then I'd forget that I called you and not answer the phone because I wouldn't recognize the number. And then you might try me again and I would call you back wondering why you called me several times. So I hope you have a good day whoever you are and don't call me. Unless you are Carol or she's there or something. God bless. Carol call your mother!"

Just to get this weeks Wednesday's Weirdo back: Shoot the Messenger.
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  1. JudithAugust 6, 2009 at 9:43 AM

    When I first read this I thought you were referring to people who call their own phones to leave voicemail *reminders*. I had a boss like that once. Now I see you mean the "answering machine" type message. ps I can't believe no one else left a suggestion for the most ridiculous voicemail ever. Unless, mine was it.

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