Having finished university for the summer, I was living at home. One day, I heard my dads phone ringing from my parents bedroom and so I told my mum that it was ringing. She came along and heard it as well so she walked into the bedroom to see if she could write down the number and tell my dad when he gets in. As she was walking into the room, it stopped ringing and she spent the next 10 minutes trying to find it. Eventually she just decided to ring it so she could find it and that's when my dad actually picked up. He had taken it out with him and was still at work. That whole scenario has confused me eve since the day it happened.