Hi, Brian? I'd like you to meet Trish

So my husband and I had to go to the funeral home last night. That's a long story that has very little to do with what I'm telling now so I won't go into it, other than to say that the people watching was, shall we say, interesting. Nothing like a good ol' southern funeral to bring out the best in people. At one point, my husband leaned into my ear and said that he swore he could hear the banjos of "Deliverance" playing. But I digress.

Anywho, we ended up with a tag along, because everybody loves a good funeral. So this guy is chatting away and he finally makes some reference to "Trish". I'm giving the polite "umm-hmm" stuff I throw out there when I'm not really paying attention when I realize that the "Trish" he's talking about is me. O.k. Wait a second. Trish? Where in the hell did you get Trish from my name. Nothing even close there. And I don't know, we've known each other for like a year and you've gotten my name right before. What about now makes you decide my name needs to be Trish? And what the hell is wrong with me that I can't just say "excuse me, but my name is ..." So I spend an entire evening being referred to as Trish and worrying that when I don't respond as quickly as I would if he were using my real name that I'm being impolite. WTF? So the evening ends, the guy gets out of the car and shuts the door. My immediate statement in front of my husband is "My name isn't Trish you dopey schmuck" and my husband looks at me and says "what?" Oh, astute one... Apparently he didn't realize I'd been called Trish all evening. How do you not notice that? So he makes some silly statement about how the guy must have been referencing his other girlfriend. BWhahaha. Ahem. Well that's o.k., because the neighbor lady refers to you as "Brian". Last time I checked, that wasn't your name either...

No Mom. It's the internet...

One of the many reasons I'm thankful that my mother is not computer literate. She would, of course, never air dirty laundry like that, but she would get wonderful use of the expanding venues in which to guilt her children.

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