At 6:30 my home phone rings waking me from what was actually a pretty pleasant dream even if I'll never remember it now. Reach over the side of the bead and grumble out as polite a greeting as I can. On the other end I hear some guy asking, "Francisco?"
"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong number." Hang up, go back to sleep. Maybe.
The phone rings again some five minutes later with the same guy asking, "Francisco?"
"There's no Francisco here, you have the wrong number."
Five more minutes go by and once more the phone rings. I'm upset and answer the phone with a very agrivated, "What?!"
A few moments go by with no word from the other side before, once again, the same stupid little man asks, "Francisco?"
"Francisco's fucking dead! I axe murdered him last night because I was bored! You have the wrong number, never call here again!!!"