My friend Bruce called the other day.
"I'm editing a film," I said. "The director's here and we're trying to finish-- I can't talk now!"
Bruce understood and said we'd speak another time.
I resumed working, but suddenly found it impossible to focus. I felt terrible. I looked at Yale.
"I was rude to him," I said."
"You weren't rude at all," he replied. "You told him you were busy and he understood."
"But what if something's wrong?" I said. "I have to make sure he's OK or I'll feel uneasy all day and won't be productive."
Yale rolled his eyes, I picked up the phone, and when Bruce answered he was already laughing at me.