OK, I got a sick sense of humor.
One NY suburban guy left for work on Sept 11 at about 6:00AM to go to his office in the World Trade Centre. When he got to Manhattan he went to his lover's apartment in the village, turned his cell phone off, and climbed into bed with her.
At about 10:00AM, while still lying next to her, he turned his cell phone on, and a second later it rang. He answered, and it was his wife who screamed at him, "Where are you? I've been trying to call you for an hour. I've been worried sick about you!!!"
So he answered, "Where do you think I am? I'm in my office."
