If you’re of a certain age this will mean something. I’m not a bad person. Per se. But during my “yout,” before the days of caller ID, I terrorized actively the elderly and unsuspecting. Those days are over as is the ability to conceal identities. And the gags and pranks were not usual. they were far more insidious and elegant.
Let me reiterate that before the introduction of caller ID phone terrorism was my hobby, avocation and addiction. On the phone you can be anyone and anybody you want to be. And detection free. Even as a prosecutor during the Harding Administration it took forever and a day to get a pen register, which was a fancy Flintstones era phone tracing order. Translation: we pranked with impunity. And remember the phones of yore. Thick, heavy Bakelite monsters that were tethered and connected into the wall and not by way of a jack but a cloth covered, myelinized sorta covering that disappeared into the wall.
Herein is my confession and tutorial. Gawd, how I miss those days.