Are You Ready For It?

Knowing me like you all do, you would probably think that a question like "Are you ready for it?" would be directed toward Diva Stacy as we get ready to head to the airport this morning to embark on our adventure at Universal Studios in Orlando.  But not in this case.  I'd intended to be still sleeping right now, but instead was awaken by the ringing of the telephone at 7:30.  Here's a transcript of the phone call:

Male caller:  Are you ready for it?
My mother:  Huh?
Male caller:  Are you ready for it? 
My mother:  Who is this?
Male caller:  This is Cecil.  You know. I need the street address for your steel.
My mother:  I think you have the wrong number, Cecil.
Male caller:  I'm supposed to deliver a thousand pounds of rolled steel to you all.
My mother:  No, as I said, you have the wrong number.
Male caller:  Isn't this 123-4567?
My mother:  Yes, but we didn't order a thousand pounds of rolled steel.  My daughter orders alot of things, but that wouldn't be one of them.
Male caller:  OK.  Have a good day.