Once I got one of these calls when I was having lunch with three others at Bob Burns, a classy steakhouse in Woodland Hills. I shushed everyone at the table when my cell phone rang, and they all looked at me like, "What’s your problem?" Then they heard me answer, "DMV, how can I help you?" Now they were swapping "What’s Mitnick up to now?" looks. Meanwhile I was listening and drumming on the table with the fingers of my left hand to make it sound like I was typing on a keyboard.