I had the misfortune of receiving a phone call this past Saturday morning at 3 am. I don't know about the rest of you but I generally do not welcome phone calls at 3 freaking am. My immediate thought was who's dead or injured?
I answered the phone and this is what I encountered:
Wicked: (after dropping the phone once) Erm Hello?
Inebriated Hispanic Male (IHM): Te-re-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Wicked: No Teresa here pal.
IHM: Get her to the phone! I need to speak to Te-re-saaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Wicked: What number are you trying to reach.
IHM: Te-re-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Tell her I must speak with her, NOW.
Wicked: You have the wrong number.
IHM: You tell Te-re-saaaaaaaa if she not come to the phone right now she will never come to my house again.
Wicked: Wrong number dude....
IHM: Click
Well thankfully I was able to drift back to sleep. Sunday morning my internal clock woke me up at 4 am. Probably a combination of the time change and being woken up at the same time the night before, what's a girl to do? I knew exactly what to do....
Wicked: (giggling while dialing - great invention that caller ID).......
IHM: Erm......Aa-lo
Wicked: Hey it’s me. I caught up with Te-re-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and she said that she has no desire to ever see you again. So there you go. Click.
So, um, hopefully Te-re-saaaaa will not be found in a shallow grave any time soon. Whatever, I didn't ask for the call in the first place.
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My phone rang at 12:45 last night...I was just falling into a good deep slumber.
At first I thought it was the alarm and I was like "NOOOO....it can't be time already!!!"
I got to the phone just as it quit ringing and it was an unknown number. I was SOOO pissed!!!
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