When my kids were teens, they’d roll their eyes when my response to them calling for me was, “Be there in a min.”
The double eye roll came when my son had a friend named MJ and I called him M.
Don’t blame me. Blame NYC. That’s where I learned the art of abbreviation. I was a student at NYU. It was 1984ish and I not only studied theatre arts but also New …
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