He was texting his wife.
Wife: what are you going to bring home for lunch?
Fran: I don't know. What do you want?
Wife: I don't know. What do you want?
Fran: You decide.
Wife: I can't make up my mind.
Fran: You never can. Now, what do you want?
Wife: Oh...why don't you surprise me?
Fran: I HATE when you do that. You always complain about what I get.
Wife: Well that's because you always get what you want, not what you think I want!
Fran: You know, ima going to tell you something. I'm trying to watch some basketball here...you know cause that's my job. Text me what you want or you'll have to eat the leftover chicken from last night!