I’m sure I told this story on here years ago, more coincidental than anything, but worth a repeat. About 15 years ago, in my first flat with Ex and I answered a call to the landline.
“Hi, is that you Jane? It’s Bob.”
“Hi, yes this is Jane, but I’m sorry I don’t know anyone called Bob, you must have dialled the wrong number.”
“Haha very funny Jane. It’s me! Your name’s Jane Smith right?”
“Yes, it is Jane Smith, but I’m really sorry, I honestly don’t know anyone called Bob 🤨”
Caller starts getting irate now.
“Look Jane, I don’t know why you’re being so funny with me. We’ve been dating long enough. You’re Jane Smith, from Orange town, and you know damn well it’s me. Why are you being like this?!”
“Actually Bob, yes, my name IS Jane Smith, but I don’t live in Orange town and never have, I live in Lemon village. (About 4 miles away) You really do have the wrong number, goodbye.”
The calls went on for weeks. Sometimes it was Bob, two or three times a female. Both absolutely insisting I was Jane Smith from Orange Town, they were really worried about my denying knowing them, as my voice was very obviously hers so why was I lying? Clearly it was a misdialled number but my goodness, that really took some explaining to my ex!