My wife did the exact same thing to me. Then she said the wheels fell off her car and she was standing on a busy street during rush hour. She won't even tell me if she's OK. I said, "Get out of the street. Leave the car alone. Call 911. Do not go back to the car."

I haul ass from work and go to where she is. Nothing of what she said was true. She'd broken a ball joint in the driveway of her work and everything was fine. Just a broken car not even in anyone's way. Why she thought screaming about hitting someone and standing in a busy street was a good way to describe that, I have no idea. Why does that include uncontrollable sobbing?

Her mom is just as bad. She calls the house and I say, "How's it going?" There's a long pause and then "Oh... Not good." Even longer pause. "You remember my aunt so-and-so?" I say, "Yes. What's wrong?" "Well..." Even longer, longer pause. "She's been taking care of my sister after her surgery..." "I know! What's wrong?!" "Well she fell down..." "And??????" "She's fine but a little shaken up."

What?!? Jesus Christ! That's not even a story. That's nothing. Every time she calls it's like that. Makes your day just a little shittier."