Just got back from a quick weekend business trip to the California wine country with my H. Forgot my cell phone at Hertz and had to ask them to mail it to me. Was sitting on the plane home, H napping, my mind rambling, and started thinking about cell phones and the way they seem to have enabled so many affairs (even though it didn't play a big role in my H's). And found myself sort of wishing I knew the code to H's voice mail so that, should anything suspicious ever arise in the future, I would be able to check it - not that I expect anything of the sort, just thinking it would be kind of a good "you can trust me" thing.
Then H wakes up from his nap, hands me his cell phone (which he uses very seldom) and says I can use it for the next few days until mine returns. Then he gives me the code to his voice mail (I told him mine too).
(I told him mine too).
