On Monday night, my phone rang at 1:45am.
That doesn’t happen. Ever.
I leave my phone on at night for a lot of reasons, including:
So when my phone rang, I shot up.
The number wasn’t saved, but it was a 615 number, meaning local to Nashville. So in a split second, I ruled out family calling and began to wonder which college student it was.
“uhhh… hello?” I answered while still sitting in bed with my eyes closed.
“Annie?” an older woman’s shaky voice was on the other end and now I was totally confused. Not a college student? And someone who knows my first name? I felt a little panicky wondering who this would be.
“This is your upstairs neighbor.”
So I should probably explain this: we have an upstairs neighbor in our house. She’s a really sweet older lady who we rarely see. When I realized it was her on the other side of the phone, I had such a soft heart because maybe this was some sort of emergency and she needed help.
“Yes ma’am. Hi. Are you okay?”
“Yes, honey, I’m fine. Listen. I was just taking some mail to the mailbox and noticed your kitchen light on. Are you home? Just wanted to make sure you were if your kitchen light was on.”
You are calling me, at 1:45am, because you were GOING TO THE MAILBOX and MY KITCHEN LIGHT WAS ON? Wait wait wait.
The confusion with a small side helping of anger began to mount, but I stayed calm and finished the conversation.
“Yes ma’am. I guess I left it on. Goodnight.”
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that she was concerned.
This has made me re-think my need to have my phone on all night long.
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How do you handle your phone at night? On? Off? Silent?