I was snuggled in and sawing some humongous logs the other morning when the ringing of the phone dragged me from my bed.
Sleepy, grumpy, me: HELLO.
Voice on phone: Yes, I need to speak to Roy please.
Sleepy, grumpier me: What? I told you, or the person who called yesterday, that there is no Roy here. Roy does not live here! Stop calling!
Voice on Phone: Is this 870-572-5555?
Sleepy, grumpier, me: Yes it is.
Voice on Phone: Then I have the correct number for Roy.
Sleepy, grumpier than ever and now even bitchy, me: Are you crazy? No you don't! Roy does not live here. Roy has never lived here. I've had this phone number since 1981 and Roy didn't live here then, Roy doesn't live here now. I don't even know anyone named Roy,,,,except maybe Roy Rogers,,,but I didn't even know him really, just knew him from TV. You know they stuffed his horse when it died,,,,,,,
Click,,,,dial tone.
Voice on Phone hung up on me. Can you believe that?