I had an Indian fella call me while I was greasing the bearings on the rv. Earbud was in listening to music so I answered by voice, hands were full of grease.
He proceeded to tell me, in a very thick Indian accent, that "He is from the IRS AND DMV, and that I must pay a fine or risk going to jail." I just started laughing my literal ass off, couldnt stop. The IRS and DMV?! He then asked "Why are you laughing?" I damn near rolled in grease as I lost it and continued laughing even harder. Just dead. Poor soul had enough and hung up.
My music kicked back on, I wiped the tears of laughter away after a few minutes, and carried on greasing my bearings.