Wrong Numbers

Now really. Do I get an abnormal amount of wrong numbers, or does this happen to everyone?

So it's the weekend, I'm enjoying sleeping. At least I assume I was as I didn't enjoy being woken at 7.50am. By a text message, reminding me of an appointment I didn't ask for and didn't want. More on that later.
I have a rant to myself about the idiots responsible for the text and fall back to sleep.
To be woken just twenty minutes later by my home phone ringing.
I run into the computer room (cursing having left the bedroom cordless downstairs) and answer the phone.
Me: Hello?
Caller: Sheila? (or Shirley, Shania, Syliva, some name that did at least share my initial)
Me: Um, I think you have the wrong number.
Caller: Oh. *Hangs up*
Me: *Yelling at dial tone* AND I WAS BLOODY SLEEPING YOU BITCH!

I'm not so good in a morning.
And would it have killed her to apologise? Really? Rant. Rant. Rant.

So tonight, I sit on my sofa, resting after tea.
Phone rings.
Me: Hello?
Caller: *In Darth Vader-esque voice* It's only meeeee.
Me: Err. (Strangely lost for words)
Me: I think you possibly have the wrong number.
Caller: Oh. Well, um, Sorry. Bye.

Seriously. What the hell?

Oh, and, the text message. Some time ago I was in a very minor car accident. Following this I received a phone call to ask if I wanted to make a personal injury claim. I said that as I had no injury, there would be little point.
That was that.
So I thought.
A while later I got a second call, they asked if I'd like to make a personal injury claim following the accident. I reiterated that there had been no injury, I was 100% fine and did not want to make a claim.
That was finally that.
Apparently not.
A letter arrived, with the date and time of the appointment for me to be assessed for my personal injury claim. Seriously. What the hell?
So, I decided not to bother making the phone call to cancel it.
They plainly have no intention of listening to me and have wasted my time enough already.
Then the aforementioned text arrived and made me so cross that I definitely wasn't cancelling.
The day of the appointment arrived and I was sitting happily at home when my phone rang.
The gentleman said he was calling from the physiotherapy department about my appointment for my personal injury claim.
I wasn't happy.
"I do not have an injury."
"I never had an injury."
"I've told you twice I don't want to make a claim."
Did you have an injury you've recovered from? he asked.
"No I did not, I have had bigger bumps on The Corkscrew at Alton Towers."
"I am totally, 100% fine and have been since the moment of the impact."
"It was a tiny, tiny, tiny bump and I didn't even have the minutest of aches."

You know, I think that might, actually, be that.
It had better be!