Oct 20, 2006 11:36
Emma is walking to the printer. On her way, she passes Dinah's office. As she does, the phone starts ringing. Two offices down she sees Dinah.
Emma: Hey Dinah, Your phone is ringing.
Dinah: My phone?
Emma: Yes, your phone.
Dinah: My phone is ringing?
Emma: Yes, your phone is ringing?
Dinah Right now?
Emma: Probably not anymore, but it was ringing a moment ago.
Dinah: You're sure it was my phone?
Emma: I was walking right past your office at the time.
Dinah: Oh. Better get it, then. It's probably my boss.
Emma: I think by now, you might have to call back.
Dinah: You're sure it was ringing.
Emma: Yeah.
Dinah: I'll just go get that.
Emma: Good plan.
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