that's a good point. It's some form of Murphy's law, where your dispatcher is tuned into you ordering a beverage, hot or cold, or food and chirps you at just the wrong time. It's often a risk you're willing to take or even a necessity to continue to function as a messenger but it sucks. That Nextel chirp gets me even on Sunday's...far removed from work. I haven't named that stomach churning you describe.