All day long yesterday, I heard the annoying beep of a cell phone. The beep that let’s the owner know they missed a call.
“Hey Roman, check your damn calls,” I said to my friend, sure it was his phone.
“It’s not my phone, Stewie. I left mine at home today. Sorry.” He replied.
“No need to apologize. It’s not your phone.”
“No,” he said. “I was saying sorry because now you have nothing to bitch about.”