At 11:00pm last night, my cell phone rang, and “Unknown number” (i.e., no caller ID) showed on the screen. I answered it, and whoever was on the other end hung up without saying anything. A minute later, the same call came in, and again, when I answered it the other party hung up. I figured that was the end of it, and my wife and I went to sleep.
Forty minutes later, just when we’d both drifted off to sleep, it rang again and jolted us both awake. This time, the party at the other end of the line was “kind” enough to actually speak:
Him: “Is Matt there?”
Me: (groggily) “Um, there’s no Matt here. What number are you trying to call?”
Him: [Reads off a number different from mine by one digit.]
Me: “That’s not the number you called. I don’t know if you’re the same person who called me twice forty minutes ago, but if so, then this is the third time you’ve called the wrong number, and it’s the middle of the night, so please get a clue and stop it.” [click]
It’s hard enough for my wife and I to get a decent amount of sleep with five kids and me gallivanting off on silly windmill-tilting exercises on a regular basis. We really could do without rude idiots waking us up in the middle of the night. *sigh*