Heard this exchange on the radio a few (many) years ago.
Cessna 123:
“Center, Cessna 123 with you at angels eight five.”
ATC:
“Cessna 123, traffic 2 o’clock, four miles, eastbound. Say altitude.”
Cessna 123:
“No joy. Angels eight five. Looking.”
ATC:
“Cessna 123, say altitude.”
Cessna 123:
“Angels eight five.”
ATC:
“Cessna 123, we’re not making a war movie here. Say your altitude.”
Cessna 123:
“Eight thousand five hundred.”
Made me want to find his instructor and slap him for creating another “dweeb” on the radio.
M. Whitcomb
