My girlfriend had a very good grandmother.

A nice woman, but here is her habit of asking everything thoroughly. In childhood, friends of a girlfriend didn't even want to call her on the home phone (the cell phone wasn't everybody then), call for a walk, because if you suddenly rush to Antonina Pavlovna, it begins:

Who is asking her? What did you want? Where do you want to walk? In the cinema? In what movie? Who else will be there? What kind of saucer is this? What class do you go to? half an hour.

Then a fraudster called my grandmother. Presented to the police, said, your son shot a man, urgently need to transfer the money, so that the son is not jailed. (Popular at the time of divorce, and with the son they guessed, so the grandmother generally believed them)

and carried out:

Whom did he beat? At what time was it? Where did he drive? What did he do there? Who else was in the car? Which car was he in, his wife?

In short, the fraudster dropped the phone.