Mr. Salaryman: Yes? (Not particularly polite since the direct number is not officially disclosed)Old Man: Yes, hello, I was calling about the piano?
Mr. Salaryman: (Briefly sharping, realizing that it could be a customer transferred wrongly to me) Yes, hello, this is Mr. Salaryman speaking.
Old Man: Yes, I was wondering about the piano…?
Mr. Salaryman: (Confused and wondering if he heard wrong) Piano? You have reached a company specialized in devices for surgery of the XYZ, are you sure you called the right number?
Old Man: Oh? Surgical equipment, that sounds very serious?
Mr. Salaryman: Yes, I would say it is…
Old Man: So you can’t do anything about the piano?
Mr. Salaryman: No… I don’t think so, are you sure you called the right number?
Old Man: I called the number they gave me…
...Silence…
Old Man: So you can’t do anything about the piano?
Mr. Salaryman: No, I am afraid that we cannot do anything about that. We make surgical equipment.
...Silence…
Old Man: I see…
...Silence…
Old Man: Well thank you then, I probably should check the number.
Mr. Salaryman: Yes, I think you should probably do that, thank you very much and see you soon!
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In Berlin my home phone number was evidently somewhat similar to that of a medical establishment calling itself the "Central Diabetes Institute" or something, occasionally got calls from people who were most indignant that I wasn't able to help them any further, even though they had dialled the exactly number they had written down.
Nice, well you could've offered them some advise in the vein of "you know, all that insulin isn't really good for you" and the charge money for it and get some extra cash?
That's the difference between you and me, you see obstacles, I see potential!
The entrepreneurial force is strong in you, I see! Have you ever thought about ringing up random old ladies and saying "It's me! It's me! Your long-lost Icelandic grandson! Can you lend me some money right now so I can help prop up my country's ailing economy?"
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