I was driving home after spending the morning doing some lab work yesterday when I decided to call my brother and see whether he'd made any progress in being able to defend his dissertation this week. It only rang once, then went to voice mail, so I figured he had his phone shut off, but a few seconds later he called me back. He was in some church meetings so had to go out into the hall before he could talk to me. Since I wasn't really calling about anything pressing we made it a short conversation.
Me: "Well, I don't want you to have to go to Hell on my behalf. Get your ass back in there."
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