"May I speak to Tamara please?"
"This is she."
"Do you know who this is?"
"No, who is this?"
"I hate playing guessing games."
"Well, if you answer ten questions, I'll tell you who this is, how I got your number, and who put me up to calling you."
"How old are you?"
"What the hell kind of question is that? Who is this?"
"Answer the questions and I'll tell you."
"Okay, then. 'Bye!"
Whoever gave this guy my phone number, please don't do that again. Especially if he's going to call at nine-o'-damn-clock in the morning when I'm trying to enjoy the day's first cigarette in peace. The people I want to have my phone number already have it, because I gave it to them.