Uptick Rule

My best friend is leaving. Moving away. For good. Saturday. It sucks.

His memory will live on, however, through a voice mail he left five months ago. Every time I hear the message I laugh, and Elliot, the boss, has granted permission to post it. In the following message, he is addressing his sketch group. Technically, he was a member, yet he had appeared at only one rehearsal.

(Do not listen to this at work. I don't want to losin' that precious job.)