I firmly believe that the toilet in my powder room has a sensor that's connected to the landline here. It sends a signal to my mother, my sister or my best friend that NOW is the perfect time to call. I may or may not make it to the phone before the machine picks up, and sometimes I don't even try, but I'll happily call back.
Then again, that sensor appears to be something passed through the family like the short legs and hot temper. I'm great at catching Mom JUST as her lunch or dinner is ready, and catching my sister just as a major crisis breaks out. That's not so hard to do, though, since I think my sister has a new major crisis about every other hour.
Now, when it's a robocall that the sensor has tripped I get pretty outraged. Sometimes I wish there was a human on the other end so I could say, "I'm on the Do Not Call list, and not only are you not allowed to call me, but you interrupted a perfectly good ...."