John's phone is broken - he can't hear you, but you can hear him. I always forget and call it anyway. It's such a funny way of communicating, like he's reading you a letter he wrote to you over the phone. You can never comment or input anything into the conversation, just listen to whatever he tells you and wait for him to finish and hang up on you.

"Hey bebe, my phone's broken, remember? I'm gonna have to call you from a pay phone later tonight if I can. I'm glad you called though. I'm walking to another meeting, I've been running around trying to get everything done for China and I haven't had a chance to call. Anyway I appreciate you calling, and I love you, and I'll talk to you soon. Bye."


I wonder how it must be for John, talking into an empty space, never knowing what reaction he's causing.