shopping one handed, a cell phone pressed to his head.
"Okay, its 'bet-ty crocker, yellow. Plain cake. Mix. Is that right?"
At work, I hear my co-worker's husband call her. She guides him, with
some amount of frustration, through the store in search of frozen
chicken nuggets and pork sausage and that kind of chocolate chips that
she puts in the cookies he likes.
\t : iPhone->you