Years ago when I was a late teen and living at my mother's, she was at work as a cashier. She called my one morning and this was the conversation : Mom - do me a favor, go into my bedroom my phone should be on the nightstand. Can you grab it and bring it to me?
Me - you're at work on break right?
Mom - yeah
Me - how are you calling me?
Mom - silence
Mom - nevermind, I have it....