Venting and Ranting

So, I've realized the downfall to having a last name that starts with "A" and enterphones in apartment lobbies that are hooked up to my cellphone (my only phone).

That being, that on the occassion, I have someone dial my entry code to try and gain access to the apartment building as I am the first person on the list. I don't let them in, because I don't think they should be trying to use me in the first place, and I am usually not even in the building at the time.

Well, the other night I was enjoying a lovely night of sleep when my phone began to vibrate ... I looked, bleary-eyed at my clock, it was 2:30am and then at my phone and recognized the number as being the front door, and so I picked it up:
me: hello?!
person: hey, can you let me into the building my buddy isn't picking up.
me: no, asshole! *hangs up phone*

Who does that? Who is that inconsiderate, you don't know me, its fricking 230am, I don't care if your buddy isn't around ... ITS 230AM! And I was having an awesome dream.

I know some people might ask "why did you pick up the phone in the first place?", well because it could have been my brother ... he has a troubled home life with his commonlaw and it wouldn't be unexpected to have him show up my door in the middle of the night.

To quote someone, the more people I meet the more I like my cats.