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	<title>Comments on: Friday Happy Hour: Phone Numbers That Say Something</title>
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		<title>By: Dawn</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/21299/comment-page-2#comment-122320</link>
		<dc:creator>Dawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1. Like another commenter, I&#039;ve often been mistaken for other people.  The most random was in a cab on the way to the airport (in Pittsburgh).  I traveled a bit with my job, so I had a regular cabbie who picked up another regular on the way to the airport. 

The other customer was a 50-ish pilot, and judging from his accent he was from Africa. He didn&#039;t say a word through the entire 40 minute ride until he got out of the cab.  He then said: &quot;I am certain I have met you before&quot;, then just walked away!

2. I have a couple of memorable ones - one that was very sad in that I was the only single girl at a party full of couples (mostly engineers). So incredibly boring...

The other was incredible!  It was 1999/2000, and I went to an awesome houseparty on the Upper East Side of NYC with a friend who knew the owners. 

3. None that I can remember.

4. Scrubs - love the one in season 3 where Dr. Cox&#039;s best friend dies.  So very well done.  Also the Wizard of Oz one in Seaon 5.

And, all of the Firefly episodes.

Finally, the musical Buffy episode.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Like another commenter, I&#8217;ve often been mistaken for other people.  The most random was in a cab on the way to the airport (in Pittsburgh).  I traveled a bit with my job, so I had a regular cabbie who picked up another regular on the way to the airport. </p>
<p>The other customer was a 50-ish pilot, and judging from his accent he was from Africa. He didn&#8217;t say a word through the entire 40 minute ride until he got out of the cab.  He then said: &#8220;I am certain I have met you before&#8221;, then just walked away!</p>
<p>2. I have a couple of memorable ones &#8211; one that was very sad in that I was the only single girl at a party full of couples (mostly engineers). So incredibly boring&#8230;</p>
<p>The other was incredible!  It was 1999/2000, and I went to an awesome houseparty on the Upper East Side of NYC with a friend who knew the owners. </p>
<p>3. None that I can remember.</p>
<p>4. Scrubs &#8211; love the one in season 3 where Dr. Cox&#8217;s best friend dies.  So very well done.  Also the Wizard of Oz one in Seaon 5.</p>
<p>And, all of the Firefly episodes.</p>
<p>Finally, the musical Buffy episode.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/21299/comment-page-2#comment-120358</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I forgot this one, even though it wasn&#039;t an old friend but I definitely expect to see this person in this place at this time!

The day I graduated high school, I had my first date ever. After the ceremony and lunch with family, I met up with my date and we went to his house to hang out. He said he something planned for a little later but I didn&#039;t know what it was until we were on our way there.

Turns out, he had a friend that worked at the theater of a local university and he got us free tickets, if we worked the concession stand during the break (really, this was our first date). So we go and he&#039;s talking with his friend while I&#039;m looking at the bulletin board of flyers and stuff. I hear a cough behind me and turn out...

It was my dad! Unbeknownst to me, he already had tickets for the show long before I had even set up this &quot;date&quot;, ha.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I forgot this one, even though it wasn&#8217;t an old friend but I definitely expect to see this person in this place at this time!</p>
<p>The day I graduated high school, I had my first date ever. After the ceremony and lunch with family, I met up with my date and we went to his house to hang out. He said he something planned for a little later but I didn&#8217;t know what it was until we were on our way there.</p>
<p>Turns out, he had a friend that worked at the theater of a local university and he got us free tickets, if we worked the concession stand during the break (really, this was our first date). So we go and he&#8217;s talking with his friend while I&#8217;m looking at the bulletin board of flyers and stuff. I hear a cough behind me and turn out&#8230;</p>
<p>It was my dad! Unbeknownst to me, he already had tickets for the show long before I had even set up this &#8220;date&#8221;, ha.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/21299/comment-page-2#comment-120355</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After my husband and I got married, we lived in an apartment that was built behind a main house. We were friendly with the people that lived in the house and lived there almost two years before the dot.com bubble increased our rent to levels we couldn&#039;t handle. 

I had always loved Las Vegas so we decided to move there. About a year after we moved, my sister came to visit so we went to the airport to pick her up. At the Las Vegas airport, you generally have to take little subway-type trains to get to the actual concourse. While on one of these trains, who happened to be there but the girl that lived in the house we lived behind.

If that wasn&#039;t enough, a little while later, while waiting at baggage claim, I saw some guy that looked very familiar but I couldn&#039;t place him. After like 10 mins of racking my brain and coming up with nothing, and noticing that he, and his friends, were looking my way also, I went over there. Turns out I went to high school with them and they were in Las Vegas for a different friend&#039;s bachelor party.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After my husband and I got married, we lived in an apartment that was built behind a main house. We were friendly with the people that lived in the house and lived there almost two years before the dot.com bubble increased our rent to levels we couldn&#8217;t handle. </p>
<p>I had always loved Las Vegas so we decided to move there. About a year after we moved, my sister came to visit so we went to the airport to pick her up. At the Las Vegas airport, you generally have to take little subway-type trains to get to the actual concourse. While on one of these trains, who happened to be there but the girl that lived in the house we lived behind.</p>
<p>If that wasn&#8217;t enough, a little while later, while waiting at baggage claim, I saw some guy that looked very familiar but I couldn&#8217;t place him. After like 10 mins of racking my brain and coming up with nothing, and noticing that he, and his friends, were looking my way also, I went over there. Turns out I went to high school with them and they were in Las Vegas for a different friend&#8217;s bachelor party.</p>
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		<title>By: Janel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Janel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My number used to be 721-CRUD, but then I got a new one. I liked it because it was easy to remember.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My number used to be 721-CRUD, but then I got a new one. I liked it because it was easy to remember.</p>
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		<title>By: carey</title>
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		<dc:creator>carey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>(1) Not me, but my Dad - He lives half the year on a small farm in southern Indiana (Springville), population maybe 700 or so, small enough that it didn&#039;t even have an actual address until about 5 years ago (just Rural Route #2). One year on a business trip 15 or so years ago while touring a museum with co-workers, he ran into his mailman from Indiana, who was on vacation with his family in Yekaterinburg (formerly Sverdlovsk), Russia. Dad still lives there and this guy is still the mailman and they still get a laugh over it. Small world. 

(2) Nope, New Year&#039;s is always a big bust.

(3) Nope.

(4) The Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns wants to turn Santa&#039;s Little Helper&#039;s puppies into an outfit (&quot;kill two for matching clogs!&quot;.) The song was HILARIOUS and the puppies were fine in the end [of course].</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(1) Not me, but my Dad &#8211; He lives half the year on a small farm in southern Indiana (Springville), population maybe 700 or so, small enough that it didn&#8217;t even have an actual address until about 5 years ago (just Rural Route #2). One year on a business trip 15 or so years ago while touring a museum with co-workers, he ran into his mailman from Indiana, who was on vacation with his family in Yekaterinburg (formerly Sverdlovsk), Russia. Dad still lives there and this guy is still the mailman and they still get a laugh over it. Small world. </p>
<p>(2) Nope, New Year&#8217;s is always a big bust.</p>
<p>(3) Nope.</p>
<p>(4) The Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns wants to turn Santa&#8217;s Little Helper&#8217;s puppies into an outfit (&#8221;kill two for matching clogs!&#8221;.) The song was HILARIOUS and the puppies were fine in the end [of course].</p>
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		<title>By: CK</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/21299/comment-page-2#comment-116017</link>
		<dc:creator>CK</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My husband and his parents (from California) bumped into his aunt and uncle (from Hong Kong) at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Neither of them knew the other would be there. That&#039;s pretty amazing!

I&#039;ve bumped into a teacher I had in elementary school when I lived in Kansas at a local eatery here in California, 20 years later. I&#039;ve also bumped into some neighbors at the Grand Canyon.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and his parents (from California) bumped into his aunt and uncle (from Hong Kong) at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Neither of them knew the other would be there. That&#8217;s pretty amazing!</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve bumped into a teacher I had in elementary school when I lived in Kansas at a local eatery here in California, 20 years later. I&#8217;ve also bumped into some neighbors at the Grand Canyon.</p>
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		<title>By: RodneyB</title>
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		<dc:creator>RodneyB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I lived in a rural town in South East Missouri on and off my whole life. The new pastor at our local church up the road moved in and had two sons, one was my age (at the time 14~15 years old)

i kind of stood out in the rural farmer small town country music listening area due to my extreme fondness of heavy metal and the such, well the one son my age also liked heavy metal so we became friends for two years when his family simply disappeared in the night, no kidding, they just moved away without notice... nobody knew where to...

a year later i moved back to my home town 420 miles away in Northern Illinois, the second biggest city in Illinois, so rural life was again a distant past, and on my first day of school i seen my old buddy from Missouri who had disappeared in the night over a year ago, was pretty cool... we became friends all over again...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lived in a rural town in South East Missouri on and off my whole life. The new pastor at our local church up the road moved in and had two sons, one was my age (at the time 14~15 years old)</p>
<p>i kind of stood out in the rural farmer small town country music listening area due to my extreme fondness of heavy metal and the such, well the one son my age also liked heavy metal so we became friends for two years when his family simply disappeared in the night, no kidding, they just moved away without notice&#8230; nobody knew where to&#8230;</p>
<p>a year later i moved back to my home town 420 miles away in Northern Illinois, the second biggest city in Illinois, so rural life was again a distant past, and on my first day of school i seen my old buddy from Missouri who had disappeared in the night over a year ago, was pretty cool&#8230; we became friends all over again&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Tom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>3. Having worked for a small wireless phone company and being in charge of the number inventory (now assimilated by one of the big 4), I had some fun with phone numbers.

333-3333: I was going to take this for myself.  We set it up as a test number and was amazed by the messages we got.  Alot of babies/small children with their parents hollering in the background.  Very entertaining.

666-6666: Satan.  Nuff said.

I once set up a stripper with the phone number 555-3825 (I can&#039;t remember the exact NPA).  I won&#039;t spell it out for you, but I was assuming she had a second job as well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>3. Having worked for a small wireless phone company and being in charge of the number inventory (now assimilated by one of the big 4), I had some fun with phone numbers.</p>
<p>333-3333: I was going to take this for myself.  We set it up as a test number and was amazed by the messages we got.  Alot of babies/small children with their parents hollering in the background.  Very entertaining.</p>
<p>666-6666: Satan.  Nuff said.</p>
<p>I once set up a stripper with the phone number 555-3825 (I can&#8217;t remember the exact NPA).  I won&#8217;t spell it out for you, but I was assuming she had a second job as well.</p>
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		<title>By: matt</title>
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		<dc:creator>matt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1) A buddy and I were at a gentleman&#039;s club in Minneapolis, and I bought him a dance. A couple minutes in, we realized it was a gal who graduated high school with us.

2) My best New Years&#039; not appropriate to share on this website.

3) I had a friend in middle school whose phone number spelled out TUG-NUTS

4) I can&#039;t think of a favorite episode, but one of my top picks for shows was Kids In The Hall. Girl Drink Drunk was one of the best sketches ever (look it up on youtube).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1) A buddy and I were at a gentleman&#8217;s club in Minneapolis, and I bought him a dance. A couple minutes in, we realized it was a gal who graduated high school with us.</p>
<p>2) My best New Years&#8217; not appropriate to share on this website.</p>
<p>3) I had a friend in middle school whose phone number spelled out TUG-NUTS</p>
<p>4) I can&#8217;t think of a favorite episode, but one of my top picks for shows was Kids In The Hall. Girl Drink Drunk was one of the best sketches ever (look it up on youtube).</p>
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		<title>By: Fennis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fennis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I ran into a cousin I had not met before at a birthday happy hour of a friend. I am from Oregon and she Washington (the state) and we were in Washington (the district). She was dating one of my friends</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I ran into a cousin I had not met before at a birthday happy hour of a friend. I am from Oregon and she Washington (the state) and we were in Washington (the district). She was dating one of my friends</p>
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