Drunk girls calls and ask my husband to let her in the apartment she's cold....he says, sorry wrong number. She calls back again five minutes later and says, James, let me in, it's cold out here...press the button and let me in. lady, this is not an apartment but a residential detached home....

We get off the phone and back to bed.....

Another ring five minutes later, "please let me in the apartment." seriously, we would let you in if we could just to stop the calls but we live in our own home!

In any event, in your drunk stupor.....you managed to wake up out little guy three times! <[> We would appreciate if you could get this sorted out. In the mean time we will call the telephone agency and also try and deal with this problem. —Sleepless in halifax South