One night, telephone solicitors kept interrupting our supper. When the phone rang yet again, my father answered it. By his remarks, we assumed it was his friend Ed, a notorious practical joker.
Dad kept saying things like, "Cut it out, Ed. This is very funny, but I know it’s you. C’mon, stop it or I’ll hang up. I’ll get you for this."
When Dad hung up, my mom asked, "Was that Ed?"
"No," my father replied. "It was a salesman, and I don’t think he’ll call back."