Old Guy: I need to talk to whoever's in charge of lawn mowing.
Me: Uh, are you sure you have the right number? This is a law office.
Old Guy: Yeah! I'm sure! I need to talk to somebody about those kids cutting the grass.
Me: I'm not sure who you're talking about -- are you trying to reach the city public works office?
Grandkid (in background): GRANDDAD! YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER!!!!!
Old Guy: I need to talk to somebody about the grass. Can you transfer me?
Me: Well, maybe, if I knew who you were trying to get ahold of?
Grandkid: OH MY FREAKIN' GOD, GRANDDAD! HANG UP!
Old Guy: (to Grandkid) I will hang up, but this lady's gonna transfer me!
Grandkid: OH MY GOD HANG UP! THIS IS WHY OLD PEOPLE SHOULDN'T HAVE CELL PHONES!!!!!!
Old Guy: (hangs up)