A rose by any other name

This one would take the cake - if we had any.

Tiff took a call from a woman who wanted to confirm her appointment with my boss. I looked in his schedule and saw the woman's name and the notation, "Newark," which is a city about 45 minutes from our office. I read it aloud.

Tiff asked, "What does that mean?"

I told her that was what he'd written in the book.

Tiff reconnected to the call and asked, "Do you also go by the name 'Newark'?"

What's that beeping?

Tiffy, after receiving two calls and hanging up quickly: "What is it this morning? Is someone playing with the phones?"

Me: "What is it - a fax machine? I've had a couple of those already." 

Tiffy: "No, it's beeping." 

Me: "Fax machines beep." 

Tiffy: "Fax machines don't beep. Fax machines go, "eeeeeeeeee," like that."

My, how time flies!

Tiff was finishing up a brief telephone call at about 10:20 this morning. When she hung up, she looked at the timer displayed on the telephone and exclaimed, "Is it 1:07 already???" 

I looked at the clock and then the ceiling before saying, "No, you must have been on that call for one minute and seven seconds." Please note that this is the same telephone unit that Tiff has been using for nearly a year.