So here I am, five minutes ago, in my recliner, surfing Glocktalk when my phone rings. Number: Unknown. I answer with a stern , but polite, "How 'bout cha?" The reply I get is thick with an unmistakable accent sounding like someone just accidentally inhaled a gnat, I immediately knew he was from Hajiland. He said what I interpreted as "Achilachmakalimad". I replied swiftly with "HUH?" This is the conversation as it occurred... Him - "*indiscernible gibberish*" Me - "Come again?" Him - "I think *indiscernible gibberish*" Me - "I think you got the wrong number" Him - "Is this Canada?" Me - "No way bud, you've got the good 'ol US of A speakin'" Him - "Can I have number?" Me - "If you want one" Him - "I think I have wrong one" Me - "Me too." Him - "Think you and I'm veeeerrryyy sorry. Will you have good day?" Me - "I always do!" Him - "Goodbye" END CALL. Now that I think about it, I think he was a terrorist. Does anyone have the FBI's cell phone number? Should I have let him know that "IT, is in fact, ON CUZ"? BTW, I had my G23 at my side so I was not scared, nor did I feel personally threatened.