I was at a bar once with friends and in one of those moments where the room-wide din momentarily dies down, we heard a woman at the table next to us playing voice mails for her giggling friends. It was a distraught wife begging her to stop having an affair with her husband, and the woman and her friends were basking in this wife's pain. All four of us turned to stare bug-eyed like wtf. I think of them time to time, and hope they all get space aids ebola.