Hotel operators do not love me

Late last night, before turning off the light, I placed a wake-up call (and, as usual, set my phone alarm; I'm a belt-and-suspenders guy).  I asked for a call at eight a.m.

This morning, my phone rang.  I glanced at the clock:  7:45 a.m.  I answered the phone.

A Germanic female voice said, "This is your seven forty-five wake-up call."

I said, "I asked for an eight o'clock call."

The hotel operator replied, "It is seven forty-five," and she hung up.

Hard to argue with that logic.

I got up and went to work.