M.I.A.

At a gathering tonight I was asked, "Where were you on Monday night?" The questioner had a smirk on her face indicating she had a pretty good idea where I was.

"Oh," I said, "Bill and I hung out."

"That's what I thought!" she declared triumphantly.

"You missed me? There were, like, 80 people there. How'd you notice I wasn't there?"

"Oh, I looked for you."

Nice to know you're missed. Really nice.