Last week, right before school started and my nerves were fraught and frayed, and on a night when my kids had woken me up a bit (not used to that anymore), and so on, I had a weird middle of the night phone call. I think it came at 4 am. Then an odd text from the same number "Sorry, my sister f---ed up".
Ok, so whoever called me accidentally
1) has my phone number saved
OR
2) has a friend with a number very similar to mine and mis-dialed
AND
has a sister.
Sorry to have put you through my initial deductive work unnecessarily but I looked at the number and wanted to smack myself. You know, you can delete a number but that doesn't mean that person will delete yours! I guess it seems like when stuff ends badly that's a given, but apparently it's not.
So, yeah. Got another mystery call last night/this morning. It's 3 am and I am in a happy place, right? And I get a call I ignore. They leave a voicemail I am unaware of until 7 am. They call back 5 min after the first call and I pick up on autopilot (BTW me on sleepy autopilot is about as funny and stupid as it gets) and he proceeds to identify himself as the friend of the owner of the recognizable phone number. A friend I was acquainted with 10 years ago.
AND THEY TRY TO MAKE PLANS WITH ME. FOR RIGHT THEN.
"Uh, I have class in Tampa, IN THE MORNING. I think maybe you have the wrong number?"
Ok, the next person who wants to call me and disturb my R.E.M. OH BOY I am going to have words with you.
And I thought B had been kinda pushing it when he called at 11 last night...
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