(an actual phone conversation had yesterday)
ME: Hey there.
HIM: What's hip? What's hot?
ME: I'm having a bad day. Wanna blow off Robot Job and come down for the weekend?
HIM: I've sort of got stuff planned. What do you have in mind?
ME: Not much. My throat hurts and I think I'm getting sick again.
HIM: Oh. What's on at the movies?
(reading list from NYTimes)
HIM: Ack. Nothing great.
ME: I've got Broken Flowers and The Closet from Netflix.
HIM: Possible. What else? Sushi for dinner?
ME: Well, I sorta don't have any food in the house.
HIM: Sushi it is.
ME: And the place is a pig sty.
HIM: Let me get this straight - you're feeling sick, there's nothing good at the movies, you have no food and the place is a mess? And I'm supposed to come down?
ME: Yeah, well, that's why you love me.
HIM: Uh. Um. Ok. I'll call you when I leave my house. Gotta go feed Bernie first.
ME: Why don't you call from the road and I'll order pizza for you to pick up. I don't have any money on me.
HIM: (laughing too hard to answer)