I have the same phone number as Elvis.
Itâ€™s true, same number. I discovered this when the calls began, and they would usually go like this:
â€œHi… may I speak with Elvis?â€
â€œIs Elvis there?â€
When these calls started coming in I thought I was being pranked and would get annoyed — but finally I asked somebody, â€œHey — what number are you calling, anyway?â€ Thatâ€™s when it became clear that Elvis and I shared a phone number, but with different area codes. This Elvis — not surprisingly — lives down South.
I should probably tell you that I love my cell phone number. It’s the sort of catchy and memorable combination that busineses crave. It’s really wasted on the likes of me.
So I called Elvis — it was apparently his work number and wanted to give him a heads up — but got his voice mail. I never heard back.
So, now when people call looking for Elvis, I politely tell them that they forgot the area code or dialed wrong. They always appreciate this. And I always close the call by saying, â€œThank you very much.â€