|Well if that wasn't interesting...
||[Sep. 8th, 2006|02:34 am]
We have a house line that never gets used. We used to use it for dial-up only, but we've long since had DSL. So I only use it if i'm over my minutes (or in my current case -- no cell phone), which is not often. It has no long distance.|
Anyway, it just rang. I was startled, because it rarely rings. If it does, it's either a wrong number or a telemarketer (luckily neither of which I've been getting in at least a month). Telemarketers don't call this late either.
Anyhoo, it's 2:30 in the morning. I ran to the bedroom and answered it, and a female voice was on the other end. The conversation that transpired between me and them was something like "Hello?", "Who is this?", "Vanessa.", "Can you get me on the phone with Peter (Hsiaokwai)?", "Uh, who is this?", "Mica. Can you hurry please, I don't have much time." O_o; I'm like, oooookay. So I shake him awake, saying "Asshole, it's your ex-wife". I didn't say 'asshole' because I was jealous. I said before we severed our relationship, so I could care less. I said it to help jolt him awake, heh. I heard him recite off his cell phone number, but other than that, I have no clue why she called.