Tuning around on 40m, heard a net. Topic of the day was

"something funny from when you were young".

One person told about modifying a home-brew CW transceiver so he could transmit AM signals.

But his non-ham friend nearby showed up angry at him, saying

"You were so rude! I heard you talking, but you never bothered to answer me!"

Friend had heard ham's voice coming out of a electric piano's speaker.

The friend was shouting back at the piano, expecting the ham to hear him.

Decade ago, stupid startup, trying to get work done.

Cell phone rings, it's my sibling, Quumble.

Hadn't spoken to him in a while.

He want to lay out some wild story. Nothing he says makes sense. It's all squirrel biscuits. Alarming. Sounded spun to me.

Hustled myself to empty meeting room, closed door, grabbed paper pad, started writing notes.

I asked neutral-voice questions, getting more cuckoo story.

Doing elicitation on him.

His tone deranged.

Disappointment.

Ugly moment.