I was living in Bradford West Yorkshire England, and at that time ran a city cenre hotel/public house.
One day I was walking through the town centre, when I passed a telephone box.The phone inside was ringing, so I proceeded to go and answer the call. Upon answering, a woman voice began to speak to me, and call me by my name. This voice was that of my own mother, I tried to explain that she was call a public telephone box, n the town centre. She thought I was joking and continued her conversation with me until she had concluded the whole conversation, and rang off. One very strange coincidental telephone call.
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