garebear and i are talking and he says, hang on while i get my second cup of coffee.
and i hear him walking down the stairs, flop flipping on each step. hear the cat howling for food. hear the clink as the coffee pot slips back onto its burner. hear him walking up the stairs, easing into his computer chair with a sigh of satisfaction.
a full three minutes have passed.
i'm back, he says.
you know we're not on skype, right? i ask. we're on the phone. you could've taken me with you.
and there's a slight pause before he, obviously flummoxed, replies, why i didn't even think of that.