Real phone call about a half hour ago

[ring ring]
Me [grumbling]: Hello?
Dipshit on other end of the phone: Julie? Is Julie there?
Me: You have the wrong number.
Dipshit: No I don't.
Me: Yes you do.
Dipshit: Ohhhhhh.
Me: [click]

Um. Yeah. I've had this number for almost 3 years. I can assure you that we have not been hiding Julie here for three years.

Five minutes later.
[ring ring]
Me [this better not be the same damn..WHAT THE HELL?]: You still have the wrong number. Goodbye.

Then I try to leave the phone off the hook because Boyfriend tried to go to bed a little before ten and the dipshit wouldn't get the fuck off the line. Everytime I pick up just to take the damn phone off the hook, dingbat keeps babbling about me daring to get a little brusque with her. Um, no. You're calling my house after 10 and you friggin argue with me when I tell you "wrong number." Somehow, I'm thinking that your stupid ass shouldn't expect me to be super polite under these circumstances. Oy.

So how is 2007 treating you, internet?