Usually when my cell phone rings at 6:30 a.m. (yes, A.M.) it’s my BFF calling after she’s had a few too many adult beverages, to tell me she loves me (LOVE YOU TOO!!!!).
This morning when my cell phone rang, it was not my BFF.
I woke up this morning to my husband hitting me, telling me my phone was ringing. So, I picked it up and saw PRIVATE on the caller ID. I immediately experienced a moment of panic because my mom’s number comes up PRIVATE on my caller ID, and quickly doing the math in my head, it was 3:30 a.m. in California, where my mom lives. I took a deep breath, and answered the phone.
Person on the other end: Megan!
Me: No. I’m sorry you have the wrong number. Click.
Immediately the phone rang again. PRIVATE.
Guy on the other end: Wait! I’m sorry I called you Megan. I met you earlier tonight – you gave me your number…
Me: Dude, wasn’t me.
Sorry dude. You either can’t read what she wrote down, you can’t dial a phone, or she gave you the wrong number. I hope, for your sake, that it was option 1, or 2.
(I should say that my cell phone number is still based in California, so this guy thought he was calling someone at THREE THIRTY A.M. Is that really the best way to start a relationship?)
(Bonus points for anyone who can name the song I pulled the title from. Or more grammatically correct, the song from which I pulled the title.)