Early Morning Intrigue (Strangeness Abounds)
Early this morning, around 6:00 AM, I was jolted awake when my cell phone began shrieking like an air-raid siren, the sound it makes when the caller has blocked their number. Lately, the only time I hear this ringtone (which was my phone's default ring for private numbers) is when the latest in the succession of insurance adjustors calls. (But never this early. )
The noise caused the sleeping Rachel to stir and I didn't want to wake her, so I answer answered it in a low, almost whisper-like voice. (I also hoped the called would get the point that they woke me up by calling so early.) My participation in the conversation consisted of one word.
There was a man's voice on the other end. It sounded distant and he seemed to pronounce some of his words with an English accent.
I just wanted to give you advance that you were chosen to be the [something that ended in -tor but I didn't quite catch it] of the tow-heap. [I assume it's spelled and hyphenated as such, though it's not a term with which I'm familiar.] This means you'll be expected to translate the Book of Carlyle. You'll get official communication within the next two hours.
And then he hung up.
Well, 4+ hours have passed and I have received no official communication, which is fine, since I'm not sure I want to be the something-tor or anything else of the tow-heap. Even more so if it turned out to be a toe-heap. And as for the Book of Carlyle, my French is pretty rusty, so unless it's written in Pig Latin, the official communicators (and I'd love to know who they are) would have had to do without my translation prowess, anyway.
I did Google all variations of tow-heap and The Book of Carlyle and nothing came up for any of it. I'll just file this one under: WTF???