Having lived most of my life far from loved ones those phone calls well past the middle of the night always bring on that queasy ball in the pit of the stomach feeling. It happened this week when the wife’s cell phone rang at 12:45 a.m. By the time I reached it’s living room location it had stopped and so I went back to bed. At 1:20 a.m. I was again awakened and this time more than fearful I made it to the phone quick smart only to be hung up on .
“Who the hell do we know in Massachusetts ?” …… I called out to the wife. So she grudgingly removed herself from bed and after yanking the phone from my grasp called the number displayed. Turned out that who answered was a young hard partying black man in Boston with no idea why he called the wife’s Florida number. In fact he became rather abusive that the wife would have the temerity to question him on this. She hung up and turned off the phone.
Next morning I was to start work at 5:45 a.m. meaning a very bleary eyed 4:30 a.m. wake up. By 4:45 a.m. I got to thinking …..
“That late night sonofabitch has got to be sound asleep right now.”
So I dialed the number and after numerous rings a very groggy and freshly awakened deep voice inquired of me….
“Who diss be ?….Who diss be?” …. and so I offered forth this knowledge…
“Diss be me Bitch….how do you like it ?”
Made the same phone call to the same groggy voice an hour later just for good measure ….and again 24 hours later…just for fun.
