"What do you want, Jack?" I snap into the phone.
"Is that any way to greet your dearest old friend?" he says from the other end.
"What do you want Jack?" I repeat.
"Can't a friend be calling to check up on another friend?"
I hang up on him. I am not in the mood for his games tonight. The phone rings promptly a second time. I answer.
"Listen, Jack, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit tonight. If there's something you have to say to me, then say it and get off my phone."
"Such hostility but I'll pardon it. After all your wife did leave you or so I've heard."
"You have ten seconds to get it out Jack before I hang up the phone," I tell him.
"Now we both know that's not reasonable."
"Nine," I start to count down. "Eight. Seven."
