The word "honey" reminds me of a distant memory that is burned into my brain as if it were yesterday!
Just before I went on my own in my early twenties, I was a Broker Secretary. The Broker had tons of retired clients and I was used to them calling me "dear" and "honey" etc. So oneday this dude calls and says Hi Honey and I say Hi back and he starts talking to me like a long lost buddy
free japanese lessons and Im thinking he's mighty friendly!. Anyway Im getting deeper and deeper in over my head and when he starts talking about duzing down the vaal (I dont even know how to spell "duzing" and I think it was the Vaal). I decided it was time to stop the bus. So I said what are you
talking about? He says am I talking to Honey? I say No! Youre talking to Debi! He says but I asked for Honey and you said you were! So I said And I thought you were being nice!
So now if someone calls me honey I ask if they are being nice or looking for someone called "Honey".
But Really yesterday was one of those weird and wacky days...
I found out quite by accident that we have been paying for someone else's website called poepol.co.uk for 16 months and since the email goes to him we did not get the invoice!.
I was laughing so much splitting my sides so not nearly describe my reaction, it was closer to breaking something! You have to understand the context. My Husband is a very quiet and serious guy! Most of the time when I find something crazy funny he just looks at me so I have to say I guess you had to be there! Even his friends on FB are my friends so they can find out the not so serious side of him! So for him to phone the ISP and say "poepol" was hysterical!
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