Last night, for shits and giggles, I called James. My parents always send me long-distance cards to bribe me to call them, and I am woefully neglect in that manner. So when James made the mistake of emailing me from work, I got his number off his sig and called him.

"What the hell are you doing still at work?" I yelled, "Go home!"

"It's only just past five!" he said, rather timidly. Then he said, "Pardon me, who is this again?"