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I was, um, taking a rest in the restroom at the Nashville airport somewhere on concourse C when my wife called wondering why I wasn’t at baggage claim just yet. I ignored the call because I didn’t want to be that guy - the guy who talks on his phone in the restroom. She called again. I once again ignored it. Then again. I answered, explained the reason for my tardiness in a hushed voice and hung up.
You know, those phones are slippery suckers. An




