What are you, a phone retard?

You know what annoys me worse than rude idiots who somehow stumble over me via dialing the wrong number?

BIMBOTIC RETARDS who calls up people at bloody 5 in the morning, going:


"WHO ARE YOU?"


.................................................


At bloody 5 AM??

W-T-F?!!??

Seriously, I know I shouldn't be swearing like that with such relish but good lord, what kinda airhead calls up an UKNOWN number at this godforsaken hour of the day ON A MONDAY?




And of all the possible asinine things to say, what's up with the f***ed up greeting?

At the very least, even if your brain cells had all deserted you, one would think you would have the decency to go "Sorry but may I know who is this?" instead.

I couldn't help myself.


I TOTALLY READ HER THE RIOT ACT.


With all the "seafood vocabulary" thrown in.

(Read: Think fish, prawn & crab in Cantonese)

In my book, you don't go around calling random strangers anytime BEFORE 8 am, unless it was some life or death situation, which it so obviously wasn't, was it?

And lady, when I in return shoot you back the question of "Who are YOU?", don't go regurgitating the same shit to me. I'm not the twit who doesn't understand what "You've got the wrong number" means, aight?

And don't, for the love of God, ask me "WHAT NUMBER IS THIS?"

Didn't you just bloody dial it?


*bangs head on wall repeatedly*


Goddammit. Now my whole morning is spoilt.

Just because some dumb broad decided to play investigator at bloody 5 in the morning.

RETARD.



[Image sourced from 1984 "Sorry, Wrong Number" movie via Google]