A Wrong Number
A sad sack wayside establishment along the Appalachian Trail in Cheshire, Massachusetts. “For sale,” the sign said, with a number to call. The number was dialed. When the call was picked up, screams were heard. The screams, in turn, were requited. On and on it went, this untimely call and response. Till at last it was figured out: a misdialing had occurred. Nobody could say whose. Nor why. Nor to what end.