Cade and I are sitting in chairs at a hair salon, waiting for his name to be called. I look up from the magazine I'm thumbing through when a man's cellphone ring pierces the quiet. It is coming from the tall, sloppy-looking man who is paying at the cash register.

The man answers, "Hello? Oh...hi. Well, yeah, I'm just running errands. I'm getting a colostomy tomorrow, and I'll be tied up-"

Cade looks at me and reads my mind.

"Yep," he says. "That's bloggable."