Can You Hear Me Now?

The other day Ron and I are running cross-town Code 3 lights and sirens and I am driving. Half way there Ron's cell phone rings, and he answers it with a his usual growl.

"Huh? No there is nobody named Roger here," he tells the caller. "What? No I am pretty sure," he continues. "Hmm? Yes this is that number, but there is nobody named Roger here. Trust me." By this time whomever has misdialed isn't giving up and Ron is outright scowling and he is past the point of being polite. Unrolling the window he holds the cell outside for a moment so it can catch the sound of our siren then holds the phone back up to his ear. "Sorry but you'll have to take my word for it, there really is no Roger here."

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When Chris answers my call I can hear something very distinct going on in the background. This is not the first time either this has happened either. Somehow I know the exact moment to call him when he is in the bathroom.
---Me: Do you always answer the phone while going to the bathroom?
---Him: Heck No, just when you call.
---Me: Lucky Me.
---Him: Well it is YOU calling, it might be important.

With that being said I hear the sound of the toilet flushing.

---Me: You really are disgusting, know that? Do I answer the phone in the bathroom?"
---Him: No but we do place bets on which swear word you will say when your phone does ring in here and then we call you to see who wins.

I work with men, what more can I say?
Love, Live and Laugh More! *Rox