I had to make a collection call to this old geezer born in 1938. He kept interrupting me asking me why I was calling. I said very clearly, "I'm trying to get into that with you." He hears that as, "I'm trying to get INTIMATE with you." WTF, gramps? Really? He just kept going from there. Asking me what I'm into and, "Lets get to it, baby." Sick. Finally I led him away from that noise and he has to tell me how he can't pay any of his bills as he is only left with $55 dollars at the end of every month and that, "I wipe with brown colored socks, dear. What do you want me to do?"
FML.