Poor Casey


Me: How can I help you?
Her: Can I speak with Casey?  She emailed me.
Me: Casey is actually a guy.
Her: Oh, really?  Can I speak to her?
Me: The Casey that you got an email from is a guy.
Her: Okay.  What do I do?
Me: Is there something I can help you with?
Her: If I just respond to Casey’s email, will she write me back?
Me: Yes, if you respond to Casey’s email, he will get it and respond.
Her: Okay I’ll just write her back.
Me: Okay, bye.



  1. Casey C. on April 13, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    I can confirm that ‘she’ was so delighted to hear about this conversation. It was awesome.

  2. Anya Elise on April 13, 2011 at 1:23 PM

    I had a similar, completely absurd work phone call yesterday (in regards to an event I’ve been organizing):
    Her: “I’ll be attending (the event) and was told to call you.”
    Me: “Great, what can I do for you?”
    Her: “I don’t know.”
    Me: “….do you have any questions?”
    Her: “No.”
    Me: “Do you need tickets?”
    Her: “No.”
    Me: “Well, I’m afraid I don’t know why you were referred to me.”
    Her: “I don’t know, I was hoping you did.”

  3. Tad on April 13, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    A. maz. ing.

  4. Tay on April 13, 2011 at 8:07 PM

    Smile. :)

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