With a weekly whirlwind of business meetings and romantic rendezvous scattered throughout this great country of ours, a gentleman cannot be expected to always know what city he’s physically in. For a gentleman on the go, a guesstimate suffices.
PhoningMan: Your phone is off.
SecludedMan: I’m in seclusion.
PhoningMan: I wasn’t sure you were back from Chicago.
SecludedMan: Thats why Im in seclusion.
PhoningMan: Chicago?…I thought you were going to a wedding.
SecludedMan: Black-tie birthday party.
SecludedMan: Not sure…but I do remember screaming at a cab driver, demanding that he take me to Brooklyn.
PhoningMan: I thought you were in Chicago?
SecludedMan: Then I got nervous because I didnt know what city I was in…. and I lost my glasses.
PhoningMan: Have you talked to people from the party?
SecludedMan: No, and I probably won’t ever again…. By the way, how do you know if your hand is broken or just sprained?