Nak call dulu laa
Twenty minutes into our two-hour journey to our friend Alison's party, my wife announced,
"Stop. We've to go back."
"Why?" I asked.
"I've forgotten my phone."
"Why do you need your phone?"
"So that I can phone Alison and tell her we'll be late."
"Why will we be late?"
My wife gave me a pitying look. "Because we've had to go back for my phone."
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