I was awakened at 3:06 this morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing. That's always a bad thing to wake up to... because there is absolutely, positively no good reason to call someone at 3:06 in the morning. I got up, adrenaline coursing at this point, and looked at the number — fearing the worst.
The number was nothing I recognized. Great, a wrong number in the middle of the night. I silenced the phone and got back in bed.
So at 3:33, the phone rang again. Same number. Obviously this would require a slightly more aggressive approach. I answered, tired, flat, pissed, projected as much of that into my voice as possible. "Hello." And I heard the worst question you could ask someone you've woken up not once, but twice, by calling them in the middle of the night.
"Who is this?"
Fucking hell. And though a million thoughts entered my head at that moment, they all escaped immediately, finding nothing to hang onto in the fog of sleep. I sighed, audibly, hopefully enough to reveal my exasperation. And at that, I got an "Oh shit" from the scoundrel, and then a click as they hung up. Not even an apology.
I ask you: what's this world coming to? Is it really ok now to just randomly call numbers in the middle of the night, get people out of bed, ask who they are, and not even apologize for doing so when you realize you've messed up? If so, I've really been holding back.
Here's hoping for some uninterrupted sleep tonight.