The guy called again..
Last night… or rather this morning. For those confused, read this small blurb
Same, frigging number… what the hell???
AND… where the hell is he calling from?
I think he’s stupid as hell, but at the same time, I’m not going to give out his number… but where the hell has an area code of (250)???
AND… I was looking at the call log of my phone… looks like he tried calling about 5 days ago.
How many times can you call the same wrong number?
And why do you have to do it so early?
This morning he called me TWICE.
At TOTALLY different times.
ONCE at 2am…
ANOTHER time at 4am.
WHAT THE HELL?
I am absolutely baffled.
I just looked up where area code (250) is…
British Columbia.
British frigging Columbia
This makes no sense to me.
WHO is he trying to call? He called five days ago once, yesterday twice, this morning twice…
And I have a Toronto area code.
Is he trying to call someone in Toronto?
And not realizing at all that he’s missing by about 5-6 hours away?
Since I’m in frigging Ottawa?
Toronto OR Ottawa, frigging long way away
This is just BAFFLING to me. Even if I knew specifically what city in BC he was in, the difference is still huge! And he called five times.
How can you cal the same wrong number so many times?
And at totally ridiculous times???
I don’t understand this…
My frustrations at being woken up at such ridiculous times knows no bounds, and my anger early this morning at my phone going off was immense and soul crushing.
WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT 2 AM??? 4AM? SERIOUSLY?
This anger was translated from my frustrations last night, resolved as I finally went to bed, and dug up again as Placebo’s ‘Pure Morning’ (funny, now that I think on it) rang out and warring states of my mind groggily woke up.
One part says I should just hang up.
The other says no… pick it up.
It might be important.
For those who have read my other posts, you may guess I’ll be referring to Insanity and Sanity.
Well I have to mention now that IF I had listened to Sanity, I wouldn’t have answered the phone.
I wouldn’t have had that moment of “Oh shit, it’s the guy from yesterday” calm before the storm thought, before he said the EXACT SAME THING he said before. But at that early a time, any angry rants had to muddle through the thick screen of shouldn’t-I-be-asleep-right-now? fog. People have joked about fog before, talking about how it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I remember a Scooby-doo episode where he cut out a fog cookie from the air and ate it.
This fog, at that time, was too thick for that. You would need an axe to even dent this fog. And the conversation was done too quickly for such actions to be taken my inner rant maker, my inner angry child.
“…Hello?”
“Oh, um, I think I have the wrong number”
“… Yes, you do. Don’t do it again.”
“Oh, uh–“
*click*
And so I hung up and spent a good couple of minutes being angry at myself for not yelling at him. Then the fog of tiredness came up and knocked me out with it’s solidness.
Two hours later, Pure Morning started twanging and then drumming me to wakefulness, and this time I listened to Sanity’s first bit of advice, and hung up immediately.
I now recognize the assholes number.
Of course, this being the second call that early in the morning, Sanity was now agreeing with Insanity, ignoring the niceties that you should observe when on the phone, and was urging me to pick up the phone and ask why, exactly, he was calling ANYONE at that time of the day, and then swear at him until HE was the one to hang up.
The next time he calls, IF he calls (hope he doesn’t for the most part), I hope I’m aware enough to ask who the hell he keeps trying to call.
Oh, and one other obvious question.
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