So I was washing dishes last night (I do have a dishwasher, I just like to wash dishes sometimes because I am a weirdo) and my cell phone rang. I kind of assumed it was Alex because it was almost 8 and he wasn't home yet, but when I picked up the phone, I saw that I was getting a call from a cell phone number that I didn't recognize.
Ugh, I hate talking to people on the phone. I barely want to talk to my main little crew of people, much less a random who somehow has my number and feels like they should call me. I was kind of thinking, omg what if its someone who wants to chat??
Normally, I wouldn't have answered a call from a number that I didn't recognize. I would have let it go to voicemail, and if it was important enough, whoever it was could have left me a message. But because Megan was out doing some pre-prom prep with her friends, and Alex wasn't yet home, I figured, ah, I'll just answer the freaking thing in case its someone who needs me.
All of this mental debating happened while the phone was ringing, of course.
So I answered it. "Hello?"
And a lady, who I don't recognize says, "Who's this?"
Huh. That is something that irritates the crap out of me. YOU called ME, remember? You should know who it is, dumbass.
So of course, I answered with, "Who's this?"
And she says, rather snottily, "Well you called me."
And I was like, huh? Pretty sure my phone rang... and I answered it...
So I said, "No, I didn't. You called me."
And again, snottily, she goes, "Yes you did."
Welp. I so wasn't in the mood for people being snotty and argumentative with me for no apparent reason. And besides, I knew I didn't call her, or even pocket dial her accidentally because I was up to my elbows in soapy water and my phone was across the room.
So I said, "Nope. I didn't."
Which was when she interrupted me (!) and said, "Your number is on my phone, so you called me!"
And I looked down at my phone to check the number, to see if I actually recognized it, or if I possibly somehow called it without my own knowledge, knowing full well that I literally only call my people or the doctor. But I looked anyway because I was puzzled.
So I reigned in my mounting irritation and pleasantly responded, "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number." I was so pleasant, guys. Even though I wanted to reach through the phone and smack her snotty mouth.
AND SHE INTERRUPTED ME AGAIN, saying "You called me."
I was like, whoa lady, you're about to unleash fucking cranky me, because cranky me had been percolating all day long for no good reason. Cranky me was just waiting for a good reason to burst. Also, I don't tolerate snottiness well.
So, shockingly very controlled, I said, "Nope. I didn't."
And then that jackass HUNG UP ON ME. But not before she could get the last words in, "Yes you did!"
OK, so I am pretty chill in general. Not a ton gets me crazy, I let shit roll off my back. I'm pretty well medicated. Most of the things that get me all fired up have to do with a lack of general respect/common courtesy.
So I stood there for a minute, like, "Who does she think she is hanging up on me!" Also, that snotty woman got the last word!! I HATE when jerks get the last word! It's one of my worst things.
So I googled the phone number, and shockingly, a name and address came up. That's a little freaky, right? It was a guy's number. But then I was distracted with the fact that maybe my cell phone number is google-able! With my actual name and address attached! For whatever reason, I don't like the idea of that. It would be nice to have ONE THING that could be slightly private. So of course I immediately checked and found that my number pretty much wasn't out there. Which was good because what if crazy lady decided to come stalk me for some weird reason? For example, me telling her I didn't call her phone, even though I didn't. You never know how a crazy person's mind works.
OK fine, I personally know how a crazy person's mind works, because I have one of those. I am a little crazy on the inside. So I kind of know your basic crazy persons thought process.
Anyway, though it briefly crossed my mind, I didn't call her back or anything. I had to bring my kiddo up to bed, and while I was waiting for her to brush her teeth, I was thinking, I bet that it was her boyfriend or husband's phone. I bet she looked at his phone and saw a number she didn't recognize. I bet she thought her guy was stepping out on her. Not sure how my number comes into play, but damn.
The thought of going through my husband's stuff never crosses my mind. I might be crazy, but I trust him, a lot. I feel like if we ever get to the point where we need to snoop around, checking up on each other, we've hit a pretty low point in our relationship. Like, the point where the relationship might actually be doomed. Honestly, the snooping thing wouldn't work with me. At all. I like my privacy, and I like my space. I respect my husband enough to give him privacy and space. He definitely knows how I feel. Crap like that never even comes up with us.
ANYway, I kind of want to Facebook stalk the guy and see if he looks like a guy who would have a crazy woman in his life.