A bathroom stall is not the place I'd consider dialing some strange number, but curiosity does get the better of people, doesn't it? Redditor *BeSpokePenguin *got the ball rolling with this question:
I was at the bus stop and saw this text: "If you are in deep sh*t, call this number". I called the number cause i had like 30 minutes to bus. It was local small taxi company. I told him to come and pick me up. He saved me like 25 minutes of waiting, the guy was cool, and I even gave him solid tip.
I found a business card in a phone booth printed cryptically with, "If you don't call, you'll never know," and a phone number. Since I had time left on the phone card I called, and now I know.
It was a pseudo-religious self-help cult trying to recruit people to seminars at their ranch in like New Mexico somewhere with promises of finding a new spiritual family. No thanks, the last thing I need is more family.
Not in a bathroom stall, but someone had once written one of my male friend's number on a classroom bench. A girl called him, they talked, and began dating. Eventually, a guy who had a crush on her beat my friend up - and that is how my friend lost his first girlfriend.
Wasn't a caller but the recipient of many calls. When I was a teenager, some friends of mine were competing in a school competition against hundreds of schools from across the country. This is an event that happens yearly and and attracts a lot of national attention. My friends being the smart arses they are printed my name and number and with the typical "call for hot sex" line, or something to that effect. Over the course of the day I received I must have gotten upwards of 50phone calls and text messages. Teenagers think they are hilarious..
To top it off my phone number made it to the 6 pm national news. Towards the end of the event, one random student was being interviewed, so smart arse friend decided to write my name, number and call me on a A4 sheet of paper and stood in shot during the interview.
I was once really high with a friend and called the number spray painted on the side of a dumpster with the name "Yolanda". We wanted to let her know that someone spray painted her name and number on a dumpster at our local shopping center. A lady answered with a heavy spanish accent who proceeded to yell at the both of us because it was her dumpster. "What the f_ck is the matter with you? That's my f_cking dumpster!" The rest was in Spanish in what I assume was an endless stream of expletives. That was the first and last time I called a number like that. I didn't even know people could own dumpsters. Geez.
Obligatory not me, but one of my best friends in college. It was our freshman year and somebody had written a number in the girls bathroom in our dorm. Half drunk, we pressured her to text the number and to our surprise she got a reply. It was another student. They actually ended up talking for quite some time and met up like a month later. They've been dating for 5 years now.
H/T: The Daily Buzz
When I was younger, someone wrote "for a good time call" and my number on a slide. People would call a couple times a week, laugh and then hang up. It started to get annoying so I went to the playground to cover it up. Someone saw me doing it and called the cops saying I was vandalizing the playground. I had to explain to the cop that I was just removing my number so people would stop calling me.
I saw a number scratched on a table at a bar that said something like "Call Mike, he's been really mean :(" So I sent Mike a text telling him to be nicer and in response he sent me back several angry "Who the hell is this?" texts over the next few days.
He's really mean :(
My cousin met her boyfriend since 3 years by calling a number of a bathroom wall.
It said something like: For a good time call 07xxxxxxxx She texted out of curiousity. Apparently one of his friends had put his name and number down there just to mess with him. He usually had guys sending him d-picks and sh*t and was considering changing number.
They texted back and forth for over 6 months until they met up. They now live together and seem happy.
If they ever ends up getting married and have kids they will have quite a story to tell about how they met.
I was playing Jenga at a local bar with some friends, all the blocks had peoples numbers on it, so we made a rule that you had to txt any number you pulled out. The first person i txtd sent me a picture of a pile of coffee beans labelled "Find the Kanye" There was a tiny Kanye face on a bean in the bottom left corner.
i was at a restaurant and they had the give $1 to charity and put your name on this piece of paper we post on our wall. While waiting in the lobby for a friend, i saw one that had a name and a phone number with "call me" under it. I figured what the hell why not, girl answers and I ask if it's XXXXXX, she says yes. I explain i'm in the lobby of the restaurant and her name is on the wall with her phone number, she doesn't believe me despite my best efforts to convince her i don't know who she is. Eventually she asks me to walk out of the front door of the restaurant, which i obliged, and she says holy shit. Meanwhile i'm standing in a parking lot looking around trying to figure out who the hell is looking at me. She asked me to take the paper down and thanked me. Apparently one of her coworkers told her that he did it and she didn't believe him, they worked in the area and frequented the restaurant.
Never dialed one myself but I answered a call one day from an unrecognized number. He was in a bathroom stall at Arby's that read "for a long philosophical conversation followed closely by sex call..." and my phone number. Now I didn't write it, but I guess word gets around
Found a number on the bathroom stall in a bar "when you need a friend, when something great happens and you have no one to tell, when you want to vent, when you want to be spontaneous, when you need help getting home from a drunken stupor, call ###### RIP RYAN". I cried and called to tell her what a great message it was and we both cried and talked for a few hours.
Not quite a bathroom stall but my family was out hiking and we found a number carved into the wooden guard rail. My sister called it and pretended to be a forest agent (probably not the right name for them) she told the girl that the state was pressing charges against her for destruction of public property. The girl started crying, my sister started laughing, and she hung up the phone.
I saw a message carved into a door saying "pls I need help before 12-04-2014" because it was the 10th I took it as my duty to help this person out, it was a guy about 20 years of age asking me what kind of present he should buy for his girlfriend's birthday, which was on the 13th. I told him to go with chocolate and roses. Recieved a message on the 13th saying "it worked dude! Thank you verry much" that was the last time I heard from him
It was written on a piece of paper way back around 10 years ago. It said call this number if you are struggling with life. I was 13. So i called the number. We never met but he had a really sweet voice and I we talked for about an hour. Gave me great advice about how the world can be cruel to gays like me but that the first future will get better. We never communicated after that. If i could meet that guy to thank him even for just a sec, I would. Thanks Mr. Target. (That's what he wanted to be called)
As crazy as it sounds I texted a number off a bathroom stall in a movie theater in Texas when I was visiting family. I made some joke, and then told them I got there number off of a wall. Somehow it turned into a full on conversation and that was how I met the first love of my life. We were together for over a year and its just crazy to think it all transpired because I texted a number off of a bathroom stall.
That was about 6 years ago and I haven't seen or talked to Kayli in years but its still a pretty cool story to tell people.
Not a bathroom stall but on a bench at my local canal.
Me and the wife were walking the dog and someone had written in very childish writing "for a good time text this number" So for a laugh I did, the resulting conversation was very strange.....
The person started by asking for pictures of me and asking if I wanted some of them. After politely declining saying I don't think my wife would be happy with that, they said don't worry your wife can join in.
Through this time due to the writing I presumed that the number was written by a bunch of kids because of the style, also thought it was probably just some kids fooling around with me. My wife said it's most likely some local guy actually looking for fun, I never believed that though. This person was very persistent and text me at least 4 times a day for nearly a week straight with me constantly ignoring them.
Freshman year in college there was a movie event during what we called the welcome weekend. There was a bunch of beach balls being tossed around and I decided to write my number on it.
About a minute later I got a call. It was a girl and they were actually sitting like 4 groups away. They looked at our group, hung up, never looked back. Hurts man.
This is most likely gonna get buried but a few years ago I was having my birthday celebrations in a bar and everyone was extremely drunk. One of my mates found a number on the back of the men's bathroom door and decided to ring it: it was a guy who wanted to meet up. My mate outlined what 'he' was wearing (instead describing another friend who was present) and told the guy to meet him at the bar we were drinking at; the bloke agreed. My mate let everyone, bar my other friend, know about the prank; no one thought this guy would actually show up. An hour or so later, this real greasy, creepy-looking guy in his late 30's shows up and walks up to my clueless friend, asking him if his name was x. My friend confirms his identity. The guy spends the next few hours flirting with my extremely confused mate, trying to get him to go back to his place. My drunken friend completely misread the situation, thinking he had made a new, albeit slightly creepy, new mate. This eventually culminated with the bloke offering my mate a shag, my mate running away and the bloke eventually leaving wearing a sparkly birthday hat. I did feel sorry for the guy but it was absolutely hilarious.
Once, my friends called one of the numbers. It was some kind of a pizza delivery restaurant. My friends made fun of them, and I don't know what exactly they said, but the police called 10 minutes later saying that someone bomb threatened the restaurant in the past (through a phone). Then the police came to investigate. Everything was ok, but it was kinda scary as we were like 12/13. Don't do numbers, kids.