So the conversation goes like this:
Me: Where are you?
Him: At the dry cleaners.
Me: Call me when you get home.
Him: Okay.
[45 minutes elapse - we only live 3 minutes from the drycleaners]
phone rings
Me: (no hello) So...anything interesting in the mail?
Him: No.
Me: WHAT?!? What do you mean? Was it on the front porch instead?
Him:Nope. Looked there too.
Me: See, I knew this would happen (rambling begins...)
Him: Fortunatley, there was a message on our machine from the nextdoor neighbors. I guess the guy went next door for a signature, so Vicki had our docs. I went over there to get them already.
Me: You're an *******. You could have just told me that in the first place.

Oh well, we get to dance!