Random Wrong Number

So, this morning, I woke up at 8. I figured, hey, the alarm's going to go off soon, why not get up and read the study guide for my test at 9:30. So I did.

8:22, I clambered back up into bed, reset my alarm for 9, and went back to sleep.

8:31, my phone rang (note to self: change ringtone, "God of Wonders" is a great song, but getting old).

I snarled. "Who's calling me at this time?!" I muttered. Linetta, my roommate, had just gotten up herself. She laughed.

I saw it was a number I didn't know, so I cleared my throat and answered the phone. "Hello?" I said, trying not to sound insanely grumpy, in case it was important.

"Is this Justin?" a woman's voice asked. Older, at least in her fifties. Probably a fairly fussy type, from what happened.

(huh?! Can't she tell that I'm a girl?!) Still fairly incoherent, I say "No."

A long pause. "Is Justin around?"

"No, you've got the wrong number."

A longer pause. "What number is this?"

(you dialed it, lady, don't you know what it is?) I tell her my number.

"Is this a cell phone?"

"Yes." (how is THAT relevant to the conversation?!)

Another pause. "Is this Justin's wife?"

(I'm fighting between the urge to laugh and the urge to bite her head off for just not getting it) "No. I don't know any Justins. There are no Justins around here."

"Oh. All right." (call ends)

So. Yeah. Don't know what that was about. But then I flipped over, laughed really hard into my pillow, and went back to sleep.