Laying down the law

Ring! Ring! Ring! or rather Vibrate! Vibrate! Vibrate!

I look down at my vibrating silver lifeline. The caller ID says, "Julie." I think, But how can that be? I've told her no less than 10 million times not to call while I'm at work. But the caller ID does not lie.

Once upon a time, I answered the phone. Several times, in fact. After having the following conversation each time, I imposed the do-not-call-while-I'm-at-work rule:

Me: Hello?

Julie: Are you still at work?

Me: Yup. Just like every other Monday through Friday until 6.

Julie: What's up?

Me: Uh, what's up is I'm working. Can I call you later?

Julie: Fine.

Yes, she's my best friend so I do allow her a certain amount of slack, if by slack you mean hitting the ignore button when she pops up on my caller ID during work hours. Today, though, I wasn't having it. So I sent her this text:

Julie, I will never answer the phone when you call me during work hours. Ever.

Her response?

Don't be mean. That's my way to get you to call me later.

I know what you're thinking, people. Why doesn't she just call me later? One reason and one reason only -- homegirl's nuts.