This isn't a cell phone story, but it does involve a phone. My dad was in the National Guard for 23 years. They used to have these elbow-shaped olive drab flashlights, and he's left his on the counter near the phone at my grandfather's house. The phone was also that same shade of green. My dad hears the phone ring, then hears my grandfather yelling "hello? hello? Well to hell with you then!" while the phone continues to ring. He looks out in the living room just in time to see my grandfather slamming down the flashlight in exasperation.