So get this...the mail guy in my office calls me Stephanie. Why? I have no idea. My nametag says Karen, and I even put an additional nameplate up at my desk. He's even called me Karen before and then corrected himself to say Stephanie. Now he's even given me a nickname for my fake name: Steffi. Sometimes it even comes out Ka-Steffi. If I'm not there he asks people "Where's my Steffi girl?". Crazy, right? But, each day as he walks past it's the same conversation:
Him: Hello Steffi, how are you today?
Me: Oh, I'm doing well, thank you. How are you?
Him: I'm good, always better when I see you. That color looks so nice on you, then again, you always look nice (seriously, he says this every day). And those flowers (referring to the fake orchid plant I have on my desk, which, in his defense has fooled many a person) are so beautiful. But you deserve them.
Me: Oh, thank you. That's very sweet.
Him: You have a good night Steffi.
Me: Thank you. I hope you have a good night too.
Seriously, this happens every day at approximately 4:15pm. If you don't believe me call me around that time and I'll hold the phone so you can hear our conversation when he passes.
2 comments:
Sounds like my super! Watch out, he might try to give you shiny articles of clothing in the near future.
KC- expect you are the one mixing up the names, not your poor super! KZ, did you hear KC just got TBH?! Must watch soon!
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