This is a conversation between me and one of my friends.
So Frances calls me last night wispering like she's in a witness protection program and shouldn't be on the phone.
Her: "Listen, do you have anymore of that BBQ sauce?"
Me: "Why are you whispering?"
Her: "Oh. Am I?"
Her, still whispering: "I ate all of mine and need more for my Christmas brisket."
Me: "Ok, stop whispering. And, no I don't have anymore. But, I do have some that I used at John's birthday party and you're welcome to some of that."