The phone rang and Doug lifted it absently.
“Hello?”
“Dude! You’re eating my sight!”
“What?”
“My sight! You’re eating my sight RIGHT NOW!”
Doug paused a second or two before starting cautiously. “Um…,” he said in a measured tone. “Who is this?”
“It’s Bill, dude!” The voice rose in pitch by about a fifth. “And you’re eating my sight! Right now! Don’t deny it.”
“Bill, I have no idea what you’re trying to say. Are you on something?” Doug rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he heard an exasperated sigh from the phone’s earpiece.
“You told me,” Bill said in a lowered tone, “that you would never visit my sight.”
Doug frowned deeply for a moment before a loose object in his brain fell suddenly into place. “Oh! Site! You mean your website!”
“Yes!” shouted Bill. “You… are… reading… my… site. You said you never would, but I caught you!”
Although he couldn’t actually see Bill at the moment, Doug could almost hear him leaning closer to the phone as Bill whispered, “I have your IP address in my server log, you bastard.”
“Bill?” Doug began gently. “You’re a moron.”
Silence.
“Oh. Well. Um…,” Bill responded, which he followed with a barely audible click of the reciever.