Wrong Telephone Number

Saturday morning I woke up to find I had missed four phone calls. This was quite odd, since Chris is the only person who calls me. I listened to the cryptic voice mails, but couldn't figure out at all who was calling or why. We left later that morning for our Saturday afternoon ritual of delicious coffee at Kaffeebaum, and I managed to leave my phone on the charger. We come home to six missed calls, and the phone is ringing. The kind woman on the other end finally explained to me what was happening. Apparently the Saturday newspaper here has an advertisement for a new apartment and the person who placed the ad included the wrong phone number. More than thirty people have called me in the past two days looking for a new apartment. Vielleicht ein bischen komisch. Chances are if you try to call me now, all you will hear is me rattling "Die Nummer in der Zeitung ist falsch. Ich habe keine Wohnung."