A day with a woman who doesn't want to have things spoiled for her

  • 10:00 AM — "Nooo I didn’t see Lost last night! Don’t spoil it for me shhhhh!“
  • 10:45 AM — "Oh oh, did they show the new iPhone already? Don’t tell me what it has! No, I was going to watch the keynote later, at home.”
  • 11:20 AM — "Gee, thanks, Rog. No, I did't read your email about the merger yet - I was saving it for later. But I guess now I don’t have to read it.“
  • 12:00 PM — "Don’t tell me don’t tell me don’t tell me! I want to try the chicken sandwich for myself! Awww now I know it has capers.”
  • 2:20 PM — "Dad did what? Oh oh don’t tell me - you know I’m flying up for Christmas. I’ll find out then. No no no I’m hanging up now. No, mom - seriously!“
  • 4:45 PM — "Wellll, I’ve heard rumors about the downstairs fridge being broken, but people have all sorts of crazy theories about fridges. I try not to follow them - I like to be surprised.”
  • 8:00 PM — "Lalala can’t hear you, don’t wanna know what time it iiiis, still on morning time, trying to catch up!“
  • 11:45 PM, St. Anthony’s hospital — "N… No, don’t tell me… Don’t spoil… Cause… of… death… Lalalala… lala… …la.”