There should be a special place reserved in hell for people who consistently call early in the morning. Somebody called me and woke me up this morning (for which I can't blame them, I owe them money) but the people who call my Dad's cell at night should be damned to the deepest, darkest, most tortuous pit in hell and be forced to perform sexual favors for Hilary Clinton. The plainitive ringing noise my Dad's cell phone makes should also be piped in to remind them of what I go through in the mornings.