I hate cell phones. You can’t just take a day off without getting 1,000 calls and messages. They’re never the good kind, either. They never come from hot supermodels asking you to come over and play a rousing game of slap and tickle. No, they’re always from people who either want to complain or ask you to do something.
Poor Cole has a bunch of messages on his phone when all he wanted to do was go out to the gun range and shoot something. Don’t you hate it when that happens?