"It's Sara!" she loudly said to the responder at the other end, "Hi, Sweatheart, I'm on the train."
"I know it's the six-thirty instead of the four-thirty but I had a long meeting."
"No, Honey, not with Kevin from the accounting office -- it was with the boss."
"Sweatheart, you're the only one in my life... cross my heart."
Fifteen minutes later, she was still talking quite loudly and our weary commuter had enough. He leaned over and spoke into her phone, "Sara, hang up and come back to bed!"
Sara no longer uses her cellphone in public...
