We had three phone calls in a row last night around 11:00 pm. The first one, Stuart answered, "Wrong number", and hung up. The second one, we let the machine answer, thinking this guy would get a clue. No luck. The third call I answered.
Me: "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" (phone calls after 10:00 pm get no courtesy from me)
DrunkGuy: "Let me talk to Elaina."
Me: "You have the wrong number - she's not here."
DrunkGuy: "I want to talk to Elaina! Put her on the phone!"
Me: "You have the wrong number! She doesn't live here!"
DrunkGuy: "What nationality are you?"
HUH? What the . . . . why would this matter at all?
Me: "None of your business." Click.