Hopeless

Phillip is standing in the bedroom doorway cradling the laptop.

"I'm going outside to see how far the wireless goes."

"Okay." I am on the computer finding Amtrak tickets to visit Blondie. Which probably isn't going to work. How much will it suck if I can't visit Blondie?!

The doorbell rings.

What a dummy.

I go down two flights of stairs. He's peering through the glass on the front door, still holding the laptop. I open the door and start marching up the stairs, leaving him to sheepishly shuffle inside.

"I locked myself out."

"Well, at least you had your computer with you this time," I shout from the second floor.

Pause.

"Oh yeah! I could have instant messaged you!"