Trying not to tempt Fate (or Frank)

There are workmen in the building next door, setting up some new offices for our company, which is finally growing again. I glanced over as I went to the bathroom, and one of the guys is looking down at a crackberry or something. It was all I could do not to blurt out, "Are you texting your bff Jill?"

That would have made me a jerkle schmerkle, as my mom would say. Well, better than her saying, "I'll rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody stump!" Ah, good times.