Are you going to answer that?

I took off at 6 am this morning on a "tour" with USF jazz band. It was real dark and rainy out. I arrived and walk up to see everyone huddled in the dock. There appears to be a problem with getting into the trunk of the bus. I am not concerned, and go into the bus to drop off my backpack. I am alone except for the driver. He's an older fella that I've never seen before. I make my way to the back of the bus when a phone begins ringing. I find a spot and store my stuff. (phone still ringing.) I walk back and see the driver messing with something, (phone still ringing.)
Driver: "I don't know how to work these things, can you answer this?" He hands me the object.
I examine said object.
me: "You can't answer a tv remote, dude."


This is completely true. He actually asked me to answer a remote. Really? A remote? Who's calling? Gidget? I nearly died. The more I thought about it though, I became sad. This poor man is probably walking back and forth to change the tv channels because his "remote" doesn't work. It just lights up and plays Beethoven.