Pickles by Brian Crane for February 25, 2015

I once mistook my father’s office number (which I don’t have in my cell phone’s contacts) for a specific telemarketer. He called me on his cell phone (which I do have) the next minute later.

Earl deserved that after calling her Jeff the other day.

I feel as if this strip was written for me. I’m feelin alittle guilty! Lately when you do ANYTHING they want your phone number. Return stuff paid with cash, “phone no. please”. Buy something on line “phone in case we need you”. Wish to look at car ads on line, same thing. I don’t want my phone no. out there so I give fake every time. However I’m very tolerant and pleasant when I get an incorrect call. Love it when they say, “that’s funny, this is the number they gave me”.

When they ask for your number, simply say no.

Blaming someone else. Sounds familiar.

I never give my phone number, my e-mail address and most definitely not my SS number……..since I am retired there is NO ONE that needs that number anymore. Also I am no longer applying for any credit.

That phone ring reminds me of a tune by LaVern Baker…

“Tweedle tweedle” instead of “ring, ring.” Truly a 21st century comic!

Poor Opal, all she has to is block that number. Or at the very least give it it’s own ringtone and then not answer.

“Hi, this is Jeff. Has anyone called for me?”

riverhawk, see if you can get a card without your SS # on it. When I first started working where I am now, our healthcare cards had our SS#‘s and I complained. We now have cards without our SS#’s on them. I’ve worked in healthcare for many years and know this is a violation of my private information.

Pity you couldn’t blame it on the dog (Roscoe)Not that it would do any good of course but I think it would be just as hilarious.xxx

My favorite phone song – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJnYyRZjB_w

Jeff’s not here. man.

I used to get calls almost every afternoon when I walked in from work. “Is Edwin dere?” “No you must have the wrong number.” This went on for months. One day I came in dying from heat, it was 98 degrees and my car didn’t have air conditioning and I wasn’t in a very good mood. Ring, ring. “Is Edwnd dere?” I said “No Edwin is dead!” She never called back.