"Good morning, honey," Jim said, slightly distracted as he tried to figure out how he managed to knot the phone cord into his tie in the time it took to answer the phone.
It had not been his morning. First the fridge was making a sound like a cat choking on a mouse, then the coffee maker had found a way to explode...but only the actual coffee portion, the rest of the maker was fine, then the plumbing had backed up, the GCPD called to inform him that five women had gone missing within an hour of each other...
...and he was getting dressed to visit his wife's grave.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, un-tying his tie and trying to re-do it without again becoming one with the phone.