Nobody I know would call at this hour.

I finished my evening routine and turned out the light shortly after 11:00. A few minutes after midnight:

Cell phone's text message ring tone: RING, RING.

Me: [groggily] Hugzbugh.

Cell phone's text message ring tone: RING, RING.

Me: Mmmmph?

*picks up cell phone*

Text message on cell phone: its alfredo. waitin 4 yu

Me: *thinks Alfredo is Jimbo's best friend. Jimbo works nights sometimes. Maybe Alfredo has the wrong number? and starts texting back: it's trina, and i was asleep.*

Cell phone: [interrupts with the phone call ring tone in Stephen Fry's voice] Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now.

Me: *takes the call* This had better be good.

Alfredo: Huh?

Me: *doesn't recognize the voice* It's after midnight.

Alfredo: Who is this?

Me: Who you trying to reach?

Alfredo: Marcel.

Me: Dude, Marcel lied to you, too. This is not his number.

Alfredo: *talks to other people wherever he is before hanging up mid-sentence*

Me: *fumes*

Me: [half an hour later] *still fuming*

This prat Marcel regularly gives out my phone number as his. Normally it's to people he doesn't want to talk to, like banks and insurance companies.

Marcel, I hope that you get into another car accident and that your mother is unsuccessful in attracting attention to your plight as she runs barking by the side of the road.