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September 29, 2005
There's a reason for area codes....
While I slept blissfully at 5 A.M., an odd whirring invaded my dreams. As the cobwebs cleared, I realized it was my cell phone. I jumped, thinking it was some emergency.
I answered and heard ... "Hey it's Al, What's up? ...."
Now I was annoyed, and although I'm a morning person, getting a random phone call that early in the morning doesn't really inspire a Miss Mary Sunshine response. After asking again who it was, just in case it was a friendly prank, he started in his best Rico Suave voice: “You know who it is ...." CLICK! And back to sleep I went.
Not even 20 seconds, the idiot called again. Again, I hung up, but this time I changed my phone to silent mode. The light show that is my silent cell phone let me know he called two more times and left a voicemail.
According to Al, I'd given him my number at some cursed newsstand, that he was the meat-cutter.
I have never given anyone my cell number right away; you'll be lucky if you get an email. At any rate, I have a boyfriend and not interested. His sheer persistence riled me up and I was wide awake and waiting for my alarm clock to go off at 5:30 AM.
You would think he'd get the hint. Perhaps, if it hadn't been that early in the morning, I would have politely told him that in fact he had dialed the wrong number. I hope he came to this realization on his own ... remember even cell phones have area codes!
Posted by eva on September 29, 2005 11:06 AM

Ranting Eva is a twenty-something whose ever observant eye hopes to share the daily trials and tribulations of the 21st century, through some downright opinionated rambling on different facets of pop culture.