A phone call today: "Hello, I'm calling about the turbo beaver you guys are looking for."

My brain was doing pictures of beavers equipped with jet propulsion, speeding across aquatic habitats (Gee, look at how fast that beaver swims, Dad. Yes, son, that's a turbo-beaver.)

Turns out it's a type of float plane. That isn't so much lost as misplaced. It was flying around with the wrong set of call letters, or something. I don't know.

There's a certain type of caller (that Ed will probably be familiar with) who feels the need to unload whatever they have to say on the very first person they encounter on the phone. Phones are such strange things. In the absence of a human face to read, some don't know when to pause and allow things to sink in.