This is yet more horrific because we can barely understand each other. The guy is FOB (Fresh Off the Boat) from mainland China and speaking to me in Mandarin asking for - fuck, I don't even know who the fuck he's asking for - so I try to be polite and confirm the number he dialed, and he was given the wrong number.
Now, my conversational Mandarin is horrible. I figured I would just communicate 1) that I wasn't the person he was looking for and 2) what my number was, so he could either dial again, or realize that he had a wrong number.
And the guy tries to start talking to me, and like, asking if anyone has lived here before, and I'm trying desperately to tell him that this is a cell phone not a land line and that I've had the same number for like 5 years, blah blah blah, and he keeps trying to tell me stuff and, you know, if you repeat the same thing five times in exactly the same way, I'm not going to understand any better at the end.
And then at the end when he finally gets it, he asks me out to apologize for troubling me. Dude, we can barely communicate simple concepts to each other--how do you think meeting in person is going to be?
And I really hate being in the position of having to communicate in Mandarin/Cantonese because (a lot of) Chinese people are such fucking assholes about that and are always mean to me and making fun of me, blah blah blah, I faced more discrimination in my own country for that than I do here in general, LOL! :P