The guy that sits next to me in cubicle-ville is a really nice guy. It's touching to see how devoted he is to her - he's sickeningly sweet at times. He talks to his wife about a dozen times a day. It gets old. The woman calls him for everything.

Case in point. (not suitable prior to breakfast)

She calls him yesterday to tell him she has diarrhea. (Not that I can hear her side of it)
He keeps asking questions about it.
She needs to pick up the kids from 'school'. (daycare)
So she has another 'attack' half-way to school.
She calls him to ask if she should turn around or try to make it to school.
This leads to a discussion.
He's asking her details.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to conduct a sales meeting with a prospective client on the phone.
Ick.