I called a reader named Bill, who had left me a message.
We spoke for just a few minutes. Then I got up and left my desk.
While I was away, he called me back and left messages. Twice.
Actually, his phone called me back. Bill was quite apologetic and explained in the second of these messages that he was trying to get his phone to stop dialing me, but it was momentarily out of control.
“I hate this phone,” he said, sounding totally sincere.