"Is Keisha there?" the voice on my cell phone asks.
"There is no one named Keisha who has anything to do with this phone number," I tell the guy on the phone. "I've had this phone for 8 months, and I don't know a Keisha. Please stop calling m-..."
I work deep nights.
I have children.
I have to keep my phone on.
I have taken to turning off the house line, and leaving the cell phone by my head while I sleep.
I've been getting calls from these people for the last month, asking for Keisha. I'm sure she had some problem paying her bills, and somehow they got my number from her. Mistake? Past owner of this number? I don't know. But I have 300 minutes a month on my cheapo cell plan, and they get about 10, right now.
They also wake my butt up in the middle of my sleep during the day.
And nobody answers when I call the number back on my house line to request that they stop it.
I'm on the Do Not Call list.
There is a pink tint emanating from the edges of my vision.