If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

*ring!* *ring!*

Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

Me: Who?

Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

Him: *mumble*

*click*

I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.