How about the exact opposite. An open call?

It was a live 15/30 stud game, and there was a drunk elderly man in the game. He was playing every hand, albiet slowly, and he wanted to chat. He was really pissing off a couple of the players, who wanted him kicked off the table. He was in the 8 seat, so I switched to the 7, even though I was on the 'wrong' side of him, so I could help him out. I would help stack his chips when he won a pot, and nudge him along when it was his turn. I wanted him as happy as possible because he was blowing off chips to everyone around like my ex-wife...never mind.

Anyway, a hand comes up where a solid player raises an ace. I call with a 3 flush, the old man calls with a K up, and another player calls. The solid player hits an ace, showing (XX)AA, and the rest of us hit rags. We're showing things like (XX)85, (XX)J4 and the old guy has (XX)K3. The aces hesitate as he looks at the rags, he can't check and he can't bet. He finally bets 30, I muck, the old man pushes his cards in, and the other player mucks. The dealer pushes the pot, and starts to wash the cards.

Suddenly the old man cuts out 30.

"What are you doing?" asks the dealer.

"I'm calling," says the old guy.

"But you mucked your cards."

"Why would I muck my cards?" he shouts angrily,
"I had kings!"


The player with the aces is shaking his head over this 'bad beat', and knowing it is far too late, tells the dealer to give the guy his kings back.

So here we had a call with no cards, and the guy with the three aces has to listen to the old guy complain how mad he is that his kings got mucked.