Today I got an assignment for someone named Mr. Scitzs. I took one look at that last name and knew nothing good was going to come from our phone conversation.
I studied the name for awhile, mustered up the will to not laugh out loud, and called. A woman answered.
Me: Hello, this is Harmony from State Farm Insurance.
Me: May I speak to Mr. Shits?
Me: (giggling … I lost all professionalism at this point.)
Woman: It’s actually pronounced “Sights.” Like EYE SIGHTS.
Me: Oh. Oops.