The phone rings.
Me: [chirpy] Oh Hi Lynne. Good to hear from you.
L: Oooops. Sorry, John. Didn’t mean to phone you. I pressed the wrong button.
Me: [shoulders slump] Don’t feel bad, Lynne. Most people who phone me don’t mean to.
Me: It’s alright. I’ll have a little weep in the broom closet and get over it. Until the next time, that is. But just don’t ask me ….
L: [sounding worried]. What?
L: Well are you?
I hang up.