How fucking old do you have to get not to understand the principle that if you call a number, and the person who answers the phone isn't the one you wish to speak to, it's not that person's fault? I mean for fuck's sake even if you want to do the all-too-human "shift the blame away from self" thing, you'd be blaming the phone company, not the person who answers.
What the fuck does she think, that I was lurking evilly, just waiting for her to pick up the phone and call her great-grandchild or whoever, to hijack and intercept the call when it went out, so that I could tell her she had the wrong number?
Yes, I know. She's fucking old. But seriously, swear to god, not that I don't already want to die before I get old and decrepit, but PLEASE FUCKING GOD LET ME BE DEAD BEFORE I'M THAT INSANE.