Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for November 06, 2021

Calvin will probably have Salvador Dali prints in his dorm room.

Hopefully Calvin gets his pizza.

I went to one pizzeria once and asked for a single anchovy on my pizza just to try it out. Never again after the eating. Yuck.

One time someone made a fan animation of this comic.

For some reason, Calvin sounded like a twenty-five year-old, and the guy on the other end sounded like a mix of Garfield and Napoleon Dynamite.

By letting them know NEVER to call your house again. How nice.

I’ll try this escamotage for that kind of phone calls.

When one of the pizza chains moves to town, they try to get a xxx-3232 phone number. My parents had chosen that number when the phone company upgraded from operator-assisted calling to dials (I believe it was in the early 1950s). So when the pizza place came to town, they offered my mother free pizza for a year if they could have her number. She, who had never eaten a pizza and had no intention of starting now, thanked them and explained that their offer was not sufficient. And everyone thought that was the end of that. But no. The phone company, about then added a new exchange, and the pizza place got THAT exchange’s 3232 number. Which meant that thoughtless people would call her most nights, sometimes several times. Once, when we were visiting, my sister answered as we usually did, by kindly pointing out that they had mis-dialed. The same dunderhead called back a moment later, and sis still standing there explained again, slightly less kindly. A minute later the phone rang again, she picked up and we heard this end of the conversation.

Hello, Retionist residence

(sigh) Yes, yes it is.

Okay,

Okay, do you want to add drinks or anything?

Okay, good.

Okay.

Okay. We ARE running a special today. If you arrive to pick it up within 20 minutes, we will give you a free small cheese pizza.

Yes, a free cheese pizza!

Okay, see you in 20 minutes!

We then lay about the floor howling and imagining the scene when they arrived…

Calvin, your mere existence adds a little surrealism to everyone’s day.

I need to try this on the next spam call.

No anchovies? - you’ve got the wrong man. I spell my name “Danger” – Regnad Kcin.

Nowadays I can’t even hear the phone ring

I kind of miss the days when land line telephones could float in mid air. (For people who were deaf and can’t hear the bell. But then come to think of it, if they were deaf, how would they know if the caller had the wrong number?)

Back when my husband & I were first married, our phone number was close to a local pizza parlour. Late one night our phone rang. My husband answered. The people on the other end were quite obviously either drunk or high (or both?) and tried to order a pizza. My husband told them that it was a wrong number. This happened 2 more times. The last time, my husband answered the phone with the name of the pizza parlour, took their order, and hung up. They never called back.

I have to remember that one, anyone tried this?

I once got a call from a survey company that wanted to know my TV viewing habits. I told them I don’t watch TV but I would hand to phone to someone in the household who does. I gave the phone to my 8-year-old son.

My TV viewing habits are easy to explain: Jeopardy and college football but only after dark or if the weather is bad. I even have my favorite network programmed on my remote. There is a button labeled OFF.

My nephew would never say hello when he picked up the phone. He just held it to his ear and if no one started talking he hung it up. It took my sister a long time to figure out why her friends were having trouble with her phone service.

A neighbor of mine had a phone number that was one digit different from the local pizza place. He got so many wrong numbers, he finally stopped correcting them and started taking their orders! Then he’d hang up and he’d laaaaaaugh….

The absolute perfect reply to telemarketers! I’m going to use it today. Probably about a dozen times. Well, minus the anchovies. >:6

Thank you Calvin, for the best laugh of my morning.

Unfortunately most spam calls are robo calls.

Good job!

The J. Geils Band wants you to remember to always say “No Anchovies, Please.”

It’s his mom and dad’s fault allowing him to answer the phone!

This time good strip great idea. For us we still have a landline, only we had to change phones out and have screen caller, callers 3rd party thinks answer machine, number of hang ups on calls unknown numbers wonderful.

Well, this is weird, our family phone number was also very close to a Pizza Place’s number! And to take the Pizza Place/Phone Number association one step further: Back early in my career as a PC Support Person, I would connect via modem to BBSs and Open FTP Sites, looking for PC Utility Programs (and games too, OK?). One time, as my modem was dialing, someone else in the office picked up their extension, creating a lot of extraneous noise on the line. The result was I got connected to a Pizza Place in San Francisco! (I was in the Midwest)

Good ploy to use against telemarketers! Except they’re all robocalls now…

I remember their dancing TV, but I’d forgotten they also had a dancing phone. What else? Maybe the radio. As I recall, rather late in the strip they got a computer, although they never “connected it to an online service”. I bet today’s social media would make it dance, though.

“I’d like a pizza to go, with no anchovies … I spell my name: Danger.”

I had something a bit like this happen when I worked as a pizza delivery driver. We called the customer to confirm the order before we headed out to deliver it, and one particular guy answered as such:

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“Thank you for calling the wrong number, this is Tom, how can I help you?”

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An apology was on the tip of my tongue before I realized it was a joke.

That thing in his hand looks the same as the app icon we all have on our hand held computers, wonder if there is a connection?

The pizza must be for Hobbes.

I’d like to order some garlic bread too.

Looking at all the dancing/floating/jumping phone comments, I have to ask… does no one understand cartoon exaggeration?

When I was in high school I worked at a pizza shop and we would draw straws when a pizza was ordered that included anchovies. Short straw made the pizza (this was before wearing gloves. Your hands would reek of anchovies the rest of the night). Middle straw had to take the pizza out of the oven and cut it, because you had to stand over it and get a face full of the aroma. The other people got to stand back and laugh at the losers.

Calvin IS Surreal.

And then the Publisher’s Clearinghouse called another number, and they won the money.

this is my favorite one. I have had it hanging on various refrigerators over the past almost 30 years or so

What is that curly looking thing attached to the end of the handset?

Until the phone cops show up for Calvin’s arrest!

They should have banned Calvin from answering the phone after this.

This one has been a favorite of mine since I first read it!

been there….done this….lol

My Dad would answer “Sheriff’s Office.” He’d either get a long pause, a hang up or if they knew Dad, they’d just launch into their conversation with him.

the poor dude