I posted this elsewhere, I think. About 35 years ago we lived very near a major university in North Carolina. Our phone number was 1 digit different from that of the campus police. We got a number of mistaken calls, but my favorite one was about 3pm one day. A guy called and identified himself as the cashier at the campus student restaurant. He said he had about $25,000 and was ready to meet me at a specific location (presumably for a police escort to the bank). I told him, "I'll be right over, honey!" He said, "This isn't the campus police, is it?" When I replied, "Nope, but don't you move, I'll be right there!," he hung up on me. Darn!