Today while dishing with my accountant's assistant, I asked, "Can I fax my tax dish over instead of dropping it off?"
He said, "Oh, sure, honey, no problem. Who is this?"
I said, "Katie Schwartz."
He said, "Fabulous! Fax it on over, HARRY."
Admittedly, I was perplexed and said, "I'm not Harry, I'm Katie Schwartz."
I kid you not, he said, "Yes, I know, Harry."
Jaw dropped, so like a dumb ass, I asked, "Is there someone in the office with you who thinks you're dishing with a Harry?"
He said, "No, it's just me."
I was so fuckin' irritated, I said, "WELL, I'M NOT HARRY. I'M KATIE."
And he said, "Yeah, I know."
Is it fucktard Monday?! For the love....
Again, I asked, "Why do you keep calling me Harry?"
He said, "I don't know."
THAT MADE ME SCREAM. HOW HILAR IS THAT?!
Now, I'm wondering, do I have a huskyish, maley voice? I thought I sounded like a chick. Cormac? Guthy? Do I sound like a woman or a man, give it to me straight. I can take it.