End of Shift

Just one quick story before I head home. My uncle has been down here for about an hour while I've been at work. While I was on the phone with La Bouche for a few minutes, he sent me the following text message on my mobile phone:

You have a tiny one

To which I laughed, and promptly yelled a hearty expletive. I then answered his text message with one of my own:

Okay pot (signed kettle)

Thus saith the Fly. G'night folks!