One of Those Humiliating Cool-Hunter Moments.

So this morning my employer's son GT walks up to me and goes, "Angela. Is there an urban slang term for talking on your cell phone?"

I consider. "Not that I know of," I reply. "But if one exists, I can find it."

"No." He swirls his hands around. "I want one that's ... common. Used."

"Then no, there isn't one that comes to mind."

GT looks at me a moment longer, then resolves, "I'm going to ask someone younger." And walks off.

"Thanks!" I shout, and he laughs.

Moments later he returns, smug: "Do you know what urban slang is for your cell phone?"

"What?"

"People say celly." He repeats it for good measure: "Celly."

I can't help but be nasty: "Oh, that's been around forever, plus it's bopper," I snarl. "You don't really ever say that unless you're, like, eleven."

Perhaps encouraged by my surprising exhibition of rage, GT again experiences a moment of resolution: "I'm going to use it." And walks away. I can hear him typing with quiet glee as we speak.