Steven

My cell phone just got ripped out of my hand by a subway hooligan, so I ran off the platform, found a phone booth, and called my wife to say why I’d be a bit late for dinner. “Why did you call me? Just come home,” she said tersely. “But I have to file a police report.” “Don’t waste your time, I paid that guy to rip you off because all you do is talk into that little black rectangle. I want YOU to talk to ME!”