This morning I helped the crazy guy take some steel shavings out to the dumpster. As we maneuvered the pushcart, he took his phone out of his pocket and fiddled with it. I noticed that it was a flip phone, but it was only the bottom half.
"Where's the other half of your phone?"
"Huh? Oh, I broke it in half," he said with a straight face. And right after he said this, it started ringing and he answered it.