So, I called work today to tell my boss that my sister has permission to pick up my check. The waitress that picks up the phone takes my boss the phone and says, "I think it's the dishwasher," after I said my name twice.
My lord, I made an effort to learn everyone's names, the least they could do is learn mine. It's not like it's that hard. I'm the only morbidly obese red haired polydactyly in town...
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