Which part of you would that be again? Would that be the part of you that isn't you at all, but, rather, is me?

I answered the phone, using my best calm, professional voice.
“I need to look up a number,” she said.
It's a good thing I don't usually take people at their word. There's no need to call and tell me that. She meant, in reality, “I’m too cheap to pay for directory assistance and too lazy to look in the phone book. So you do it.”

So I did.