From an article in a local NYC Paper:
Even in tragedy, there can be some humor. No wonder the missing persons count kept changing. This guy probably ended up on the "dead" list.
Seems this suburban guy left for work on Sept. 11 at about 6:00AM to go to his office in the WTC. When he got to Manhattan he went to his lover's apartment in the Village, turned his cell phone off, and climbed into bed with her. At about 10:00AM, while still lying next to her, he turned his cell phone on, and a second later it rang. He answered, and it was his
wife who screamed at him, "Where are you? I've been trying to call you for an hour. I've been worried sick about you!!!"
So he answered, "Where do you think I am? I'm in my office!!!"
Uh oh.
Have fun,
Phil