There is a receptionist who rightfully spends her entire day on the phone. Most of it, though, is apparently spent on personal conversations, because she’s always baby-talking into the receiver. (If it’s business, it ain’t right.)
“Awww. I’m so sawwie. Want me to kiss it?”
“Ooo be cawefuw. I wuv ooo too much fo’ ooo to get huwt.”
Upon investigation, she’s talking to her children. She has two daughters and a son, the youngest of whom is 42 years old. They have children who have children of their own.
How can a person not know?
