I'm sorry, were you trying to reach me? I'm out of the office and have absolutely no intention of getting back to you any time soon.
You see, I have no space for my blackberry in my beach bag.
This condo here doesn't have a desk, and even if it did, I wouldn't be sitting at it.
While I sit in this chair reading The Passage I don't want to be distracted by emails signed "Best," "Sincerely," or "Thanks so much."
So if you need to reach me, please find me in The Outer Banks Beach Club #2A. I am more than willing to discuss work while I munch on a juicy peach while listening to the waves crash. Otherwise, I'll see you on Monday at the office.