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Mar. 6th, 2006 02:25 pmMy cellphone has a number that used to be for a Nordstrom's in North Carolina. Several years ago there was some area-code tomfoolery in that state, and people have been accidentally calling me and asking for various departments of Nordstrom's ever since. Usually they have thick southern accents, adding to the hilarity.
So I created a series of outgoing messages designed to scare these callers away. They must have been pretty funny, because I started getting a lot of messages of people laughing into the phone and hanging up. Sometimes the same people, as if they were calling back to hear it again.
Then I got a call from a PR manager at Nordstrom's, who at first threatened me, then later pleaded with me, to change the message to something more respectable until they got the problem sorted out. I changed the outgoing message to an overwrought rant, claiming that Nordstrom's was trying to drive me insane. The PR woman switched back from pleading to threats. Then she stopped calling altogether.
So now my friends have gotten into the act, and have left all kinds of messages claiming to be disgruntled shoppers looking for a Nordstrom's employee. I got a message asking for the "exploding wombat department" because "this wombat is defective: it won't explode." I got a message asking if there was "real butter in the pie crust", and "could you ask the cook please?" I got a message asking me if "the refrigerator in the break room" was "running". I got a message asking if I had parts to "mod a riding lawnmower", to "you know, make it big with the ladies".
But the award goes to Breakpoint, for his message apparently from an old Jewish grandfather, calling to complain that his little boy is caught halfway up the escalator, and could I send help because they're in a real "toe jam" here?
Breakpoint, hats off to you. :)
So I created a series of outgoing messages designed to scare these callers away. They must have been pretty funny, because I started getting a lot of messages of people laughing into the phone and hanging up. Sometimes the same people, as if they were calling back to hear it again.
Then I got a call from a PR manager at Nordstrom's, who at first threatened me, then later pleaded with me, to change the message to something more respectable until they got the problem sorted out. I changed the outgoing message to an overwrought rant, claiming that Nordstrom's was trying to drive me insane. The PR woman switched back from pleading to threats. Then she stopped calling altogether.
So now my friends have gotten into the act, and have left all kinds of messages claiming to be disgruntled shoppers looking for a Nordstrom's employee. I got a message asking for the "exploding wombat department" because "this wombat is defective: it won't explode." I got a message asking if there was "real butter in the pie crust", and "could you ask the cook please?" I got a message asking me if "the refrigerator in the break room" was "running". I got a message asking if I had parts to "mod a riding lawnmower", to "you know, make it big with the ladies".
But the award goes to Breakpoint, for his message apparently from an old Jewish grandfather, calling to complain that his little boy is caught halfway up the escalator, and could I send help because they're in a real "toe jam" here?Breakpoint, hats off to you. :)
