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nausicaa83God, I hate Switzerland. You know why? Because telephone numbers there start with a 0041, while phone numbers in Venice start with a 041, and every other day I get calls from strangers who want to call Switzerland! And obviously, it is always in the most inappropriate times, like when I'm about to step in the shower, or when I'm fixing dinner for Sakura, and I have to run for the nearest phone thinking it's something important, and then, they want fucking Switzerland.
Today I had the most stressing one yet. A woman called six times, and I'm not even sure she's over, and even if I told her to add a zero to the number, she kept calling me. At the fifth call, she asked me to get her on the line to Switzerland. Like I'm some kind of magical machine or something.
Plus, it had to happen while I was playing on Rock Band, so it went like this:
Hello, darkness, my old friend,
RRRING
Shit! *presses start, drumsticks fall, runs for the phone*
"No, this is Venice, gondolas, water, this isn't switzerland"
I've come to talk with you again
RRRRING!
"Yes, you called me again, it's 0041, thanks and goodnight"
Because a vision softly creeping
RRRING!
"Two zeros. Yes. And then the number you want to call"
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
RRRRING!
"How could I know? I've never called anyone in Switzerland, I just happen to live in Venice, that's all!"
And the vision that was planted in my brain
RRRRING!
"How can *I* get you another phone line? I'm just some wrong number!!!"
Still remains within the sound of silence.
RRRRING!
And that's when I left it ringing, hoping she would give up eventually.
From the looks of it, she gave up. I'm here crossing my fingers she won't try calling that number again this evening.
Today I had the most stressing one yet. A woman called six times, and I'm not even sure she's over, and even if I told her to add a zero to the number, she kept calling me. At the fifth call, she asked me to get her on the line to Switzerland. Like I'm some kind of magical machine or something.
Plus, it had to happen while I was playing on Rock Band, so it went like this:
Hello, darkness, my old friend,
RRRING
Shit! *presses start, drumsticks fall, runs for the phone*
"No, this is Venice, gondolas, water, this isn't switzerland"
I've come to talk with you again
RRRRING!
"Yes, you called me again, it's 0041, thanks and goodnight"
Because a vision softly creeping
RRRING!
"Two zeros. Yes. And then the number you want to call"
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
RRRRING!
"How could I know? I've never called anyone in Switzerland, I just happen to live in Venice, that's all!"
And the vision that was planted in my brain
RRRRING!
"How can *I* get you another phone line? I'm just some wrong number!!!"
Still remains within the sound of silence.
RRRRING!
And that's when I left it ringing, hoping she would give up eventually.
From the looks of it, she gave up. I'm here crossing my fingers she won't try calling that number again this evening.
