Marty
Category: Pain
"Riiiinggggggg ...."
The phone went on in the dark, persistent, till it finally achieved to get me out of my sleep. I hate phone calls at unholy hours, moreso on a weeknight at 2:30 am. It makes me imagine of ambulances, or emergency rooms, or hysterics, or ... STOP. Anyway, the incessant ringing outlasted my hesitation to pick it up.
"Yes, hello?" I mumbled sleepily.
"Hi!" (I couldn't stand how eagerly that sounded). "Can I talk to Marty?"
Marty. Who the. There's no fricken Marty here!
Hmph."Sorry, wrong number."
See, I'm nice, I said sorry. Then, BLAGAAAG, went my cordless phone.
I think I may have minorly damaged someone's left (or right) ear hearing there.
"Riiiinggggggg ...."
The phone went on in the dark, persistent, till it finally achieved to get me out of my sleep. I hate phone calls at unholy hours, moreso on a weeknight at 2:30 am. It makes me imagine of ambulances, or emergency rooms, or hysterics, or ... STOP. Anyway, the incessant ringing outlasted my hesitation to pick it up.
"Yes, hello?" I mumbled sleepily.
"Hi!" (I couldn't stand how eagerly that sounded). "Can I talk to Marty?"
Marty. Who the. There's no fricken Marty here!
Hmph."Sorry, wrong number."
See, I'm nice, I said sorry. Then, BLAGAAAG, went my cordless phone.
I think I may have minorly damaged someone's left (or right) ear hearing there.
2 Comments:
Are you sure you don't know Marty? :)
hi liza :)
you know, i momentarily considered that after reacting upon getting up on the wrong side of the bed. thankfully, i think i got it right and not anyone of us at home have something to do with a 'marty' :)
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