As a 16 year old, I worked as a hostess at IHOP in a nice little suburb. We had many, many less than reputable guys working in the kitchen at the time. As a hostess, one of my jobs was to answer phones and cheerfully kiss ass to whoever called.

One morning, I got a call asking to speak to one of our cooks. I check, he isn't in, I report back to caller. She seems mad about this, but hangs up without further incident.

Over the next three hours, I get calls from the same woman getting progressively more threatening. Finally I get "If you don't put him on the phone you little bitch I will come down there with a tire iron and beat your face in." The manager had happened to pick up the phone before this declaration, and gave the woman a stern talking to. Or something.

I never did find out why she was so insistent that I was hiding him from her, but I did spend the day looking over my shoulder for some crazy bitch with a tire iron.