Me answering phone: Comic Stop.
Man: Er, can I talk to your Dad, please?
Me: . . . I'm sorry? What the hell?
Man: . . . Oh God! You're not a child! I'm so sorry, I thought you were!
Me: *thwaps forehead repeatedly on counter*
2.6.08
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If it makes you feel better, when I answer my office phone I say, "Quiana [Last Name], [Department Name]" and 50% of the time they say "Oh I think I have the wrong number" hang up, and 2 minutes later it rings again and the other half they say "What?!".
It's great. (Because I did not want to help them anyway.)
Oh come on now. You KNOW you liked it.
I bet you get all giddy when they ask to see your ID at the liquour store too.
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