I got a phone call once telling me I had done my taxes wrong and that if I didn’t press 1 and deal with it then there were already “marshalls” surrounding my building to arrest me.
Unfortunately at the time I had two non sleeping children and a very stressful job so I was quite excited about the idea of being arrested. It sounded restful. I was particularly looking forward to the bit where they take me back to the cells and lock me in for several hours to “sweat it out”. I was going to have a lovely nap.
Sadly I managed to get all the way to the sandwich shop and back that lunchtime without the dashing Marshalls stepping in and carting me off for my lovely break so I had to get on with writing my board paper.
It was very disappointing indeed.