Cancel the landline, I don't need it

"Matt. This is Dave," the message said. "I've got that storage space for you. Call me."

Beep. So, great, Mrs. Dithers didn't dial wrong. Some dude named Matt gave out our number for a storage space, apparently. THANKS, MATT. I was just wondering where I was going to keep my stuffed unicorn collection.

Three hours later, in an unrelated moment (I think, for I hung up too early), the phone rang.

"Hello?" I say.

"Is your mom or dad home?"

I fake-laughed to hide the sting, slammed the phone down and whimpered.

I'm not answering that thing anymore.