This was the first call we have gotten in the apartment bedroom, so it took hubby a short while to think about where the phone was and then answer it, but not before he said ominously…Uh Oh. (He was thinking it was our son with a problem of some kind. You can tell the teen years have left their scars.)
Well, as you can guess from the title of this blog, it was a wrong number. I couldn’t get back to sleep for hours! I actually think that wrong numbers after
LOL! This reminds me of when I first moved into an apartment on my own. I was given a free phone from my brother and had never heard it ring before.
ReplyDeleteAfter a few hours of settling in and relaxing, that thing went off and I thought my refrigerator was going to take off to the moon!
I didn't realize it was a telephone making that awful screeching sound until day three or so. I got used to it, but still laugh about it. That phone is long gone.
btw, I also got a lot of wrong numbers in the middle of the night. They eventually stop.