Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2013/07/04
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]I have to share this story. Sorry, I have no pictures, so you'll have to take my word for it. :-) A few months ago I had to leave a blood sample for my annual physical. So I went to the waiting area and waited my turn. Eventually I hear my name called. I look towards the door to the lab. Nothing. Again I hear my name. And I realize that the voice is coming from a lower angle than expected. I look between the two people in front of me and realize that I am being addressed by a "little person," a woman probably less than 4 feet tall. "C'mon, Hon," she says, and leads me into the lab. All through the procedure she addressed me as "Hon." And, forgive me, I kept thinking, "Am I in a Bergman movie, or a 1950s diner?" She did her job well, was a delightful conversationalist, and I smile every time I think about the incident. --Peter Barney wrote: > The person Dr. Ted describes here wouldn't like Baltimore very much where > "Hon" is a term used to describe any human being of any age under any > circumstances. In Baltimore you do not have a name. It's either Hon, honey, > or dear. And Ric Carter illustrated: > http://cartersxrd.net/Site/FirstDraft/Entries/2013/6/9_HonFest.html > <http://cartersxrd.net/Site/FirstDraft/Entries/2013/6/9_HonFest.html>