I cannot STAND hearing someone's brat on the phone. First of all, they don't know how to speak properly. Second, they have no conversation skills. Third, they usually end up screeching so loud into the phone that I end up near-deaf or on the verge of driving to their home to kill the little bastard. And what pisses me off even MORE is when you call someone and get the answering machine and it is their little sperm and egg loaf mumbling on and on as the greeting. I just hang up. And don't you love when you call someone and get, "Hi; you've reached John, Mary, Bratleigh and Shittums. We can't come to the phone right now..... bla bla bla........." First of all, Bratleigh and Shittums are too young to have any friends or to take phone calls. They don't need to be mentioned on the answering machine message. I hate that.