Nope, Can't Hear You Now!

Location: an AT&T store, which ranks up there with the DMV, hardware stores, and Texas in the summertime as places I try to avoid at all costs. Surprise, suprise -- I had to wait in line. It was a small store, so it was easy to overhear the conversations between the customers and the clerks. I was just standing there, politely waiting my turn, when I noticed that one gentlemen was unhappy with the service he was receiving. He kept asking about his bill and why he was expected to pay and if he owed any money. From what I could gather, the man was forced to give up his previous phone and open a new account. He kept insisting on getting his old phone number back, but the clerk said he need to contact customer service with the name of the originial account holder and the last four digits of that person's social security number. "I can't do that," the customer replied. "That's my wife, and she's got a restraining order against me."

It would be amazing if his new number containted "911." Any bets on this one?

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