I hate phones

My brother showed up at my door on Lopez Island one day, and when I opened the door, he pushed past me and started looking around for something. He located a black cord and started following it, hand over hand, until he located my phone. I had it buried under a bunch of House Beautiful pillows in an old cabinet. He held up the phone, and told me "Chuck, you already live way the hell up here in the San Juans. The least you can do is answer your damn phone!"