Years ago (we're talking 1980's here) my Dad had an answering machine in his condo. He would frequently get into arguments with his girlfriend, and then he would not answer his phone and would let the machine pick up instead. (Let's call his girlfriend Lois.)
There was one argument in particular when he had refused to answer the phone for the better part of a week.
Pissed beyond words that she had not been able to get ahold of him, she finally drove over to his condo on a Sunday afternoon.
She knocked on his door and yelled "I'm not going to stop knocking until you answer the door!"
When he finally answered the door, she pushed past him, went over to the answering machine, pulled scissors out of her back pocket, and cut all of the cords that attached the answering machine to the wall.
Without saying a word, she pushed past him, went back out to her car, drove back to her apartment, and then called him from there.
Ridiculous, I know. But it still makes me smile when I remember the story!
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