A Phone Conversation

Stefani: Spill it.
Me: I don't know how it happened, but...
Stefani: Hold on one second (she puts down the phone and I listen as she reads a math problem that her 7 year-old is trying to figure out. I hinge of every word, interested in what I don't have. She reads the problem back to him, highlighting the important parts, then he answers correctly). O.K., I'm back. Continue.
Me: Great, you're helping your kid with homework and I'm about to tell you a story how I stole someone's cell phone from the bar.
Stefani: Yeah, so? Spill it!
NOTE: The first night after everyone passed out Kuhn-Man and I went back out. At this point I was on autopilot. We were playing pool and at one point some guy came up to me and said, "You stole my cell phone." I had no idea what he was talking about and when I was more than willing to empty my pockets to show him, I was shocked when I pulled out his flip phone. "How did that get in there?" I screamed. Was I a closet klepto? I really had no idea, but was in no condition to try and explain myself. I grabbed Kuhn-Man and said, "We need to leave NOW!" I still think I was framed!