“I can’t order the Uber babe, I don’t know your password,” I said, handing his phone back to him with a small huff.
“It’s 1515, I told you that months ago.”
I gave him a bless your heart smile—pausing just a moment to appreciate his calf-like gullibility—and winked.
“I’m flattered you think my memory is that good.”
OF COURSE I REMEMBERED IT ARE YOU KIDDIN…