Himself: Where are you?
Me: I just crossed the street.
Himself: But where are you?
Me: I’m here! Where we’re supposed to meet! Oh, I see you.
Himself:What? I don’t see you.
Me: Oh. That’s not you. Where are YOU? Which corner are you on?
Himself (agitated now): I’m at the south east corner. I thought you saw me.
Me: No, that was someone else with dark hair.
Himself: …
Himself: Where. Are. You.
Me: Huh? No you’re not. I’M at the south east corner! 41st and… Oh wait. I’m on 40th. (hangs up quickly to not hear yelling)
