First, a confession.
I used to be a bastard to my coworkers when I went to Disneyland on vacation. As I got onto thrill rides and fastened my seatbelt, pulled down my lap bar, and otherwise got ready, I would call a coworker on my cellphone.
“Hey, it’s Andy.”
“Hey Andy, why are you calling the office? You’re on vacation.”
“Yeah, I just wanted you to know that I’m on Space Mountain now.”
“You’re calling me from a roller coaster?”
“Yup, hang on, we’re going up the first lift.”
And I would keep my coworker on the speakerphone, as I yelled and whooped and generally had fun, until they called me a bastard and hung up.