My father likes to collect locals whom he then hires for odd jobs, along the lines of the Elizabeth Smart family. As 916A needs a little work, dad informed me some guy from Mill Valley would be calling to arrange a time to do some odd jobs here. Fine with me.
This morning at 7:03am, my phone rings.
"Oh, hi there Beth. My name is Phil and your dad told me to call, but before I go any further, is it too early?"
"What time is it?" I grogilly answer, knowing full fucking well it's 7:03.
"I'll take that as a yes." he chirps. "What time should I call back?"
Dear God. I don't care. "How 'bout during, like, business hours?"
He agreed to call me at 8am. Who are these people? And of course, I am now wide awake, fuming from the idiot handyman who thinks 7:03 is a perfectly normal time to call a stranger.
Needless to say, Phil works from home, and thus I have his home number. I hope he's looking forward to a scheduling meeting at 2:03am, because that's when I'm up and ready to chat.
7:03am! I thought someone died...