"When I was 16 years old, a woman called my cell and tried to fire me.
She was very worked up, and whatever deadbeat employee she had been trying to call must have been a real piece of work. She was going on about how I never showed up to work, always gave excuses, etc. I kept trying to interject to say, 'Ma'am, I think you have the wrong number,' but she was all, 'Don't give me that crap, I'm not buying it.'
Finally, I said, 'Ma'am, I don't think you understand. I'm a 16-year-old high school student sitting in my parents' basement. I really think you have the wrong number.'
She paused. 'Oh my God! Sweetie, I'm so sorry to have yelled at you, I hope I didn't upset you,' and all that.
I just wished her well and told her to give the guy a hard time, and went back to playing Call of Duty. Pretty wild."