evil, evil man

Dad called me...he's somewhere in Palo Alto, but won't tell me where. "I may just pull over and sack out somewhere for a while," he says. Then he mentions the name of the street that Facebook is on, saying the speed bumps were nasty and he hopes the stuff in the trailer survived. "Where the heck are you?? I'll come out and meet you at the door if you are close," I say. He just gives a low giggle in reply. He's loving it.

Evil, I tells ya...