Not sure if this belongs here, just a weird little story I remembered after finding this subreddit. I think it does though.
Last November I volunteered at the campaign office for the incumbent mayor (it was our city election year). I was entirely new to doing things such as phone banking and canvassing, and I was an awkward 14 year old high school freshman that panics every time I have to talk to strangers. On my first day of making phone calls, I had a strange conversation with a person who was listed by the name of “Louis”, and that is what this story is about.
So here I am in a cold, barren room that was the size of a closet in the back of the campaign office.
Me: Dials number and picks up phone
Click on the other end
Me: Hello, is Louis available?
(A woman with a thick accent speaks)
Me: Hi Louis. This is (My name) and I’m a volunteer at the (Mayor’s name) Campaign. (Insert required speech about the campaign and why voting is important).
Lady: Oh I am sorry this is not the right number.
Me: Oh I’m sorry-
Lady: I HAVE HAD THIS NUMBER FOR 8 YEARS! HOW COULD HAVE THE WRONG ONE? THERE IS NO LOUIS HERE!
Lady: You not understand? I changed my identity.
Me: …Oh I’m very sorry. Have a nice day!
I hang up
I had other weird encounters while I was there too. Another notable one is when I was calling a lady named Kristen, and an elderly lady picks up. I ask her if Kristen is available, and she loudly declared “THERE IS NO KRISTEN HERE!”. I also had a middle aged guy scream at me and ask how I got his wife’s phone number. So yeah, I have come to realize how painful telemarketing and phone banking is after wasting hours away in that cold closet where some of my most bizarre and frightening encounters occurred.
submitted by /u/WeatherWolf31