How I Learned to Love the Bomb

Last night, I accidentally turned off my alarm for working the night shift and got a call to wake me up.  For some reason, in my frantic, groggy mood and after watching too many episodes of 24 in rapid succession, I thought I was getting the call that "the bomb" had gone off.  That is what I expected to hear when I put the phone to my ear.  I wasn't much happier with the actual content of the call.