Once a long time ago, in the early 90s, when almost no one had cell phones, and everyone used stationary city phones, I bought a phone with an auto-responder.

At that time, the stucco was new, strange, and many, hearing the voice of the respondent, did not record who it was and for what reason it was ringing, but were frightened and threw the phone.

You used to come home in the evening, for example, you have 7 new records, you turn on PLAY, and there are consistently recorded short slides.

It was horrible)

And then one day I called somewhere, but at the same time I got the wrong number, and got on the same car respondent. Well, I also automatically put on the phone, did not say anything.

I laid the phone, and imagined how the owner would come in the evening, like me, to listen to the recordings, and there were short bands, and how it was angry.

In other words, I was ashamed.

I call again on the last number (the REDIAL button), I listen to the greeting, I went the recording, I greet and I begin to explain what I said so and so, I was wrong with the number, I apologize, and the previous time I called too, and all that.

And at that end, suddenly they remove the phone and a vivid voice says: Well, that’s the same!