I hate alarm clocks. Because I am an early riser, usually I don’t need them. When I do need them, the alarm is so loud that I am in a bad mood for a good portion of the morning. So I no longer use my alarm, instead I choose to set my cell phone alarm which has a much softer and more pleasing sound. It is strictly a back up since I rarely need it. But because of this, I make sure my phone is on at night.
2 nights ago I got a wrong number call at midnight. I was annoyed but just let him know he had the wrong number. Last night, I got a call at 2 AM. Since I am the mother of a young child, it amazes me how fast I can go from deep slumber to fully awake and functional. Also, sometimes the depth of my sarcasm amazes even me. I suppose annoyed at 2 AM I am rather unfiltered even though generally I would keep it to myself. The conversation went like this:
Me: Who is this?
Voice: Who is this?
Me: OK, you called me, so protocol is that I get to ask you who you are.
Voice: I must have the wrong number.
Me: How astute, indeed you do.
Voice: Sorry sorry!