I’m in Toronto, but using my Montreal cell phone. That means to call the restaurant down the street, I have to dial 1, then the area code, then the number.

- (inaudible words which I wrongly assume to be the restaurant’s name)
- Uh, hi, I’d like to place an order.
- Yeah?
- A Taco Chicken salad and a Diet Coke please.
- A… what Chick?
- A Taco Chicken salad?
- Who is this?
- … Uh… I’m a tourist… staying at the (name deleted) hotel down the street.
- Where?
- (a little impatiently) Toronto!
- Toronto, Canada?
- Uh…. yeah?
- (laughs) Where do you think you’re calling?
- (uh-oh) Bourbon Street restaurant?
- (laughing) In Toronto.
- Yeah.
- Well, this is San Francisco.
(I burst out laughing)
- And I’ll gladly bring you a salad if you’ll pay the airfare.
- Ha ha… This is the nicest wrong number I’ve ever placed!
- Thanks.
- Okay well, I’m not that rich, so you take care.
- Yeah, you too.