Always the Foil, Never the Main

“I am always foil when it matters. Lord, I wish that just for once, I could be my first choice’s first choice.”

Saved by the Phone Call

The sixty-something-year-old man comes in to answer his ringing phone, which he had left on the receptionist’s desk. Hmm, an iPhone 4, I observed.

He sees me standing there on the phone. Well, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Oh, are you calling me?” he teases, and he’s got an accent.