“Hey, Charlie. What’s up?” “I was actually calling to tell you I’ll be in your neck of the woods next Sunday. I’m selling my rental property on Monday and need to be there for the closing.” I flick my turn signal before turning down my road. “Can’t you do that online?” “I don’t trust the internet.” “You met your wife online.” “Semantics,” he says, and I can imagine him waving me off.
