While I was watching the clock and sitting here playing computer Solitaire, you walk in the door and say “Hey, I’m home!”
So I say, “What—you walked home on this cold and windy day? I was waiting for you to call for a ride.”
Then the phone rings, right beside my elbow.
I pick up, and a smoothe guy voice says “Hey, I’m home. Just wanted to call and let you know.”
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