Thank you for the reinforcements in my undeclared war against the cell-phone enemy ("Honey, I'm Almost Home: The Unbearable Blather of Being," Week in Review, May 20).
I'm on the phone with Grandpa, honey.
I was at Best Buy one day, and a gentleman said, "Miss Cleo, aren't you supposed to be on the phone?" I said, "Honey, do you really think that I do that while I'm traveling and doing press?" I said, "You have a better chance of talking to me right here than you do if you called".
I was at Best Buy one day, and a gentleman said, "Miss Cleo, aren't you supposed to be on the phone?" I said, "Honey, do you really think that I do that while I'm travelling and doing press?" I said, "You have a better chance of talking to me right here than you do if you called".
Miraculously, Michael Miller, the Planning Department's deputy director of information technology, had resisted the temptation to immediately phone home and inform his wife, "Honey, I shrunk the city".
Whether by taking business calls with a bright yellow phone headset, drinking what Honey Boo-Boo calls 'Go Juice', or inserting a wacky cat photo into a company presentation, O'Leary definitely doesn't fit the humorless mold of who you might expect to be heading up customer relations at an enterprise software firm.
And she does Mr. Smith no favors by quoting his last phone message: "Lots of love to my honey and my kitties".
Honey, disconnect the phone.
Your agent, a 60-year-old woman who you found in the back of the Village Voice, finally calls you up one afternoon and, after coughing back some phlegm, hoots into the phone: "I got you a job, honey.
She dropped out of high school and later got her high school equivalency diploma at age 17. "Life educated me, honey," Ms. Rodriguez said in a phone interview.
