So, like, if I yanked my parents' phone out of the wall...

I'D be the crazy one. ALL it's fucking done is RING. And dad constantly goes, "I'll get it!"...as if I would. And instead of getting a jack in the rec room 25 years ago, where they mainly spend their time, let's run up to the kitchen EACH time it rings. And mostly, it's bullshit telemarketers anyway. What's that? Turn off the ringer? No, no, NO! We MUST answer the phone WHENEVER it rings! Why not get a cordless phone, you wonder? Why would mom and dad EVER do anything remotely practical? Same reason our garbage cans still have no side handles, let alone, GASP, wheels. We'd rather pick them up awkwardly and struggle to the curb. Instead, they'll keep running up and down the stairs to get the constantly ringing phone. Well, dad mostly. RING...RING...RING..."I'll get it!"...run, stomp up stairs...RING...RING..."HELLO?"...repeat every 10, 15, 20 minutes...constant motion...constant ringing...constant FUCKING AGGRAVATION. ZERO SILENCE.