The phone rang at 7:30am. After a few seconds of cheerful greetings from this guy who thinks I’m someone else, it comes out that he’s looking for Mitch… but he has the correct phone number. Knowing college towns, I suggest that the person he’s looking for probably moved out and we were assigned his old phone number. This is when he reveals to me that Mitch runs a contracting company and posted MY phone number in “the Contractor’s Handbook,” which is where he got it from. The caller apologized, and warned me that I would probably be getting quite a few more calls.
Oh goody.
I'm a 30-year-old 
Scott, Sean and Mr. Bread’s old home phone number’s last four digits: 4251
The Hollywood Theater’s phone number’s last four digits: 4215
Typical conversation:
BREAD: Hello?
CALLER: Hello, is this the Hollywood Theatre?
BREAD: No.
CALLER: . . . are you sure?
BREAD: Pretty sure.
CALLER: You’re not pulling a prank on me.
BREAD: No, this is my house.
CALLER: ‘Cuz I’m pretty sure I wrote down the right number.
BREAD: Well, obviously there was some mistake, this isn’t the Hollywood Theatre.
CALLER: So you’re not showing “A Clockwork Orange”?
BREAD: Actually, I am watching that tonight, but like I said, this is my house, not the Hollywood Theatre.
CALLER: Oh . . . so you don’t know when they’re showing it, do you?
BREAD: Grr!!!
May 2nd, 2001 at 11:38 am
You should program your answering machine to sound like the movie theater, complete with a list of movie times. That would be evil. >:) Revenge could be yours! ;)
May 2nd, 2001 at 11:58 am
That reminds me of the guy that use to call mine and Miles’ apartment all the time. He lived on campus and would forget to dial 9 to get an outside line. He use to call all the time at widly differing times and he always said the same thing, "Hello, is Michael there?" I hated that guy.
May 2nd, 2001 at 1:01 pm
AHAHAHAHAHA, sucks to be you!i mean… i’m sorry, scott, that’s awful
May 2nd, 2001 at 3:35 pm