My payphone story

I answered a payphone once. It was Easter Sunday morning. I was was about 9 or 10 years old. My dad and I were out running some kind of errand in a small town and the streets were empty. He was looking in the window of an antique store and I heard a phone ringing. It kept going and going and finally I noticed a payphone down the block. I thought, "nahhhh...". The ringing kept going so finally I ran down to see if it was the payphone. Sure enough it was. I answered it and an old guy asked, "Do you have beer cakes?" Huh?. I think that was my response in fact...."huh?" "D'ya got beer cakes?" "Ummmm, this is a payphone on the street...." "This isn't the So-and-So Tavern?" "Nope, sorry." I finally figured out that he was asking for beer kegs.