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Angry stuff
I’ve made the trip to Argentina several times. I’ve made the trip with just my wife, and I’ve made the trip twice with my son; when he was 6 months and again when he was 2.
Each trip we show up to the airport three hours early, take an hour-long flight to a 3-hour layover in an overrun terminal where everyone is in a fantastic traveling mood. Then we board a 10 hour butt-numbing flight where passengers range from ecstatic to insane.
On occasion, I get a phone call. Not on Skype or FaceTime, an actual can-to-can phone call. Of course, I rarely answer my phone since 97% of the time I don’t recognize the number and would rather answer the door to a guy yielding an axe than answer a call from Señor Anonymous. Instead, the majority of phone calls I actually get are dumped directly into voicemail.
Right, so there I am sitting at my desk when the phone rings. I glance up at the number, ignored the unknown caller, and went about my business. Shortly after, Missed Call appeared on the screen. Then, a short minute later, Message Waiting with a blinking red light. Since I hate blinking red lights in my periphery I had no choice but to listen to the voicemail.
