I am not Roger

I got a new cell phone a few months ago. I got a new number, discarding the old one and with the new number I am also getting calls for....wait for it.....wait for it...Roger.

• "Hello, is Roger there?" --from an unknown number, mind you.
• "no he isn't" a true statement.
• "Can I speak with him?" --how could you speak with him when he isn't here?
• "I don't know a Roger, this is my cell phone number." this is a true statement.
• "Why would Roger give me this number if it isn't his?"

at this point, I just want to tell the person that they have the wrong number and quit calling. There is no Roger, I don't know a Roger - I say a Roger because I don't want the misunderstanding that I know the Roger - and I wish these calls would stop.

SO I am looking for clever ways to let these people know that they have the wrong phone number. It's not my problem, it is the dysfunctional relationship between these people and the man named Roger. What would you tell these people?

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just have fun

I played basketball last night - full court, slow break - for the first time in...let me see...about 20 years. The last time I played I worked as the night manager at McSalty's on Delmar street in Springfield. We would get done at about 11 pm and get a pick-up game over on SMSU campus' outdoor basketball facilities. There were no refs and we played a friendly game, for the most part. The players who took it a little too seriously or started calling ticky tack fouls or worse, giving hard fouls just didn't get invited back. If they happened to show up and asked to join in, no matter if we were playing 2 on 2 or 5 on 5 we would politely tell them that we had enough players and thanks for stopping by.

Anyway, last night was outstanding! I played probably 70% of the time - it is only a one hour game. I was laughing, playing hard, rebounding and congratulating the other players when they would make a good play or shoot a good shot. Heck, they even had a girl on the team! It was a lot of fun! Even though we lost, the team seemed to be in good spirits and at the end, we shook hands and went to have some beers. But that was the point: having fun. I hope we can keep doing just that and enjoying the play time together. Who knows? Maybe I will get the basketball bug and go start a pick up game on MU campus...