Yes the phone...........late at night........One of my many road stories. In the years I travelled as a rep. then in National Accounts and as a divisional director with Sun, there are probably a thousand tales lurking behind what's left of my brain. I wasn't married then and I was often gone weeks at a time and one night I'm in Dallas and it's after 1 AM. Phone rings...........

Shitfaced rep answers (me): "Uh yeah...."
Male voice asks: "Do you have the number for (some restaurant)?"
"What?"
"I said (repeats himself)?"
"Oh......uh, no....."
"They've gotta' have a phone."
"Yeah, I suppose so......"
"Well could you check again?"
"For what?"
"The (XXX) restaurant."
"Why the fuck would I know?"
"Well you're information."
"I ain't information."
"Well that's who I called."
"Well then you messed up....goodnight."

CLICK......drunken rep returns to bed....RRRIIIINNNNGGG

"Yeah?"
"Do you have the number for (XXX) restaurant?"
"No I still ain't got it."
"How come I got you again?"
"Cause you fucked up again."
"I don't see how. I called 411."

Then it hit me........These were the "old" days and 411 was information...it was also my room number and this guy had forgotten to dial 9 first! After we sorted things out, I left the receiver off the hook and went back to bed.

Spaw