Dusting the Table

-Bob rushes in lexs place running to the table at the living room and stands there looking at it- O.O

Bob as he catches his breath: lex, where is the dust that was on the table?

Lex: i just cleaned the table why the hell are you asking about the dust? -.-

Bob: i got a phone call yesterday and i had to write down a very important number i wrote it on the table with my finger.

Lex: -sigh- your truly an idiot....