This afternoon, while I'm ironing a shirt, the phone rings.

As is my custom, I answer it.

"Mr. ... Dusky?" the unfamiliar voice asks, followed by, "Did I pronounce that correctly?"

I correct him. He goes into his spiel, telling me how his company has saved consumers hundreds of dollars per year on their phone bills and blah, blah, blah ...

I roll my eyes, sigh and put the phone down. I go back to ironing my shirt -- a process that takes several minutes to complete.

I go back to hang up the phone. Before I do, I inexplicably say, "hello?"

The guy is still there! "Mr. Doskoch!" he exclaimed -- with no small degree of relief.

I pulled the trigger and hung up.