The phone just rang. At this hour, it had to be a wrong number or some very bad news. The incoming phone number was unrecognisable; it certainly wasn’t a local fixed line or mobile phone.
It turned out to be the anticipated wrong number. The conversation went something like this:
Me: “Hello.”
“Hello. Is Graham there?” enquired a voice with an American accent.
“No.”
“Graham’s not there?”
“No, you’ve called the Netherlands.”
And here it comes: “OK, well, you have a good one, Mr. Netherland.”
And that was that.
Sometimes, you just have to smile.
That’s awesome. USA #1!
now – why did you assume that someone with an american accent was not intentionally calling the netherlands?
From his calling number, I could deduce that he was in the US. Given that he was calling in the middle of my night, I assumed it was accidental.