A recent conversation here in kenjuland:
I am upstairs and I hear mr. kenju say:
"Judy, I need my phone; will you bring me my phone, please?"
Judy: "Where did you leave it?"
Mr. kenju: "I don't know - it must be in the den." (he is downstairs in the foyer)
So I go downstairs and look for it.
Judy: "It isn't here."
Mr. kenju: "It isn't over by the bar?"
Mr. kenju: "Well, go upstairs and press the page button on the base, and the phone will beep."
(Remember, I had just come downstairs at his request....so.... I go back upstairs and press the page button and I hear it beeping - downstairs.)
Judy: "Do you hear it?"
Mr. kenju: "Yes."
Judy: "Where is it?"
Mr. kenju: "In my pocket."
Mr. kenju (quietly): "I shoulda' lied."
P.S. It's okay to laugh - I did.