Let’s just say I got sucked into an alternate universe where nobody has time to check their email and are forced to answer calls by Americans who can’t find the start button on their computers. We call this alternate universe “reality”.

Um, ok. So what did you do?

I created a new type of ice cream marketed solely at young girls.

I became so filthy rich in that dimension that I regret coming back here.
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