Scream your name.

When the land line rang, I mostly picked up because I was expecting my dad to call. What I got was clearly some sort of spam call, a lot of background noise and someone pronouncing everything badly when they asked for me by name.

I was still flying high on an espresso, so I blurted out the first thing that I could think of: "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!"

"Well, no, I'm not..."

"I have to hang up now. Good-bye."

I didn't stay on to hear his response, but I hope he's sharing this, too.