Misdirected threats

About twenty minutes ago, our phone rang. Usually only charity shills call the land line, but I rolled out of bed to answer it anyway. I picked up the receiver . . .

"Hello?"

"I done already told you," growled a menacing voice.

Since nobody already done told me nothing and I ain't done nothing to get told about, I replied with an incredulous "excuse me?"

At this, the caller apparently realized that the person on the other end was not who he wanted to tell off. His voice rose to a normal tone and he stammered, "Oh, I, ah, must have the wrong number," and hung up.

I hope he found who he was looking for. Some lady done wrong!