A debt collector yelled at me this morning. I tried to yell back – but I think she hung up the phone before I got to that point.
And I think it was a debt collector. She had all the required traits – attitude, persistence, hide like a water buffalo.
The funny thing is … it wasn’t my debt.
It was my morning snooze, however. I worked 16 hours Monday and another eight Tuesday – on top of the 60-or-so from the previous week – so I believed a few extra zzzzs were owed me.