Yom Kippur\’s on deck, boys — so you better bust out your little black book. No, not the machzor. Your other little black book — the one where you keep all your digits.

Pull out your PalmPilot, run through your phone sheet, sift through the scribbled notes on the back of crumpled coasters. It\’s time to scrounge up all your numbers and call all your babes.

Yom Kippur is a booty-free zone, so you\’re not calling to schedule a mid-Mincha make-out session. You\’re calling to apologize.