It doesn't end

Mom calls me at 9:50pm on Sunday.

Mom: Are you asleep?
A.: No.
Mom: I got another letter from the bill collector...

I didn't realize that mail came at 9pm on Sundays. There must be some reason she chose to wait until I should be at least getting ready for bed to tell me about this.

Mom: I complained for Verizon?
A.: "To."
Mom: Are you sure?
A.: Yes.
Mom: Then what?
A.: Then what, what?
Mom: Then, "with"?
A.: "To."
Mom: I already said "to."
A.: What are you trying to say?
Mom: I complained to Verizon, with the attorney general...
A.: "And."
Mom: How?
A.: Look, write it to the best of your ability and I'll fix it, but do it fast because I'm tired.
Mom: Fine.