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I had a date recently and we went to a really nice restaurant. When we sat down, my date pulled out her smart phone and said she needed to, "Check my messages." Well, she must have spent the next ten minutes doing this, and then she started to send some text messages. With this, I excused myself to go to the men's room. After the men's room, I left the restaurant, got into my car, and drove home, leaving her to fend for herself. Unfortunately, I work with this awful woman. The next day was a gem. She was so mad, while I just stood there and laughed. I told her to just send me a text. -- Nathan, 33