�Come Back, Rebecca! Come Back!
I just realized that those phone commercials have stopped -- the ones that encourage you to dial a series of digits before the actual phone number for the purpose of saving money somehow. They've been gone for a while.
Which means that, somewhere -- perhaps behind a Denny's or possibly a Mr. Lube -- John Stamos is living in a cardboard box.
I wish someone would give him a real, paying job. I'm sure he would do well.