Except, it isn’t his phone. Not yet, anyway.
A sleek smartphone sitting on a nearby table starts buzzing with a cheerful ringtone — the kind someone still takes the time to personalize. Curious, or maybe just helpful, the man picks it up.
A warm, familiar voice answers. The voice of a wife who knows exactly how to get what she wants.
“Honey, it’s me. Are you at the club?”
He could’ve said, “Wrong number.” He doesn’t.
“Yes,” he replies calmly.
“Perfect! Listen, I’m at the mall and found this amazing mink coat. Can I get it?”
He pauses just a moment, playing along.
“What’s the price?”
“Fifteen hundred.”
Most people would stop there. But she’s just getting started.
“And I stopped by the Mercedes dealership too. Saw one I adore. Price is sixty thousand, and since we need to trade in the BMW…”
“For that price,” he says, “make sure it’s fully loaded.”Continue reading…
