While walking down Broadway, I overheard a young woman on her cell phone say:
"Ok, it's really annoying that you won't pick up your phone. Anyway, I'm ALIVE. Call me back."
There is probably nothing really to her saying that, but I really want there to be. Like she was kidnapped and held captive for two weeks by a militant liberation army and only released a few days ago. Either way, I'm sure she's a delight to talk to.