Running Water and Target Bags, Oh My!

So...my cell phone rang one day about a week ago.  It was Greg.  The conversation went something like this:

Me: "Hello."
Greg: "Hey, Hon.  I was just wondering if..." He stops mid sentence and his tone morphs into one of panic. "Hey!  What's that noise?  What's going on?"
Me: "It's just running water.  I'm doing dishes.  Everything is fine."
Greg: Calming down a little, "Oh.  Oh.  OK.  Boy, that sounded weird."  Continues with a conversation that was so minor I actually have no recollection of the content.

Fast forward to today.  Greg took Andrew out to run some errands while I finished up the house cleaning for the weekend.  Cell phone rings.  It's Greg.  I pick up.

Me: "Hello."
Greg: "Hey, Hon.  Do you....Hey...Hey, what's going on?  What's that noise?"  Panic again.
Me: "Um...I'm just going through a Target bag.  Not a big deal."
Greg: "Geeze!  Your phone amplifies everything!  Makes it sound like the world is collapsing around you."
Me:  "Nope.  Nothing collapsing.  Just a boring old bag.   Don't worry, I don't feel threatened by the large red insignia.  I'm holding perfectly still now.  Please continue with your conversation."

Paranoia anyone?

Just for the record, I have never been frightened by the kitchen sink or a Target bag.

Now, if it were a Wal Mart bag, it would be a whole new story!