So as I have said before, I work in the security type dealio area. Not really, I just answer phones and make appointments, buuuut I deal with the snotty folks who think they are the Earth's answer to everything. Since we deal with higher end security coverage, some of the people who call us are major name droppers.
Caller: Do you know who I am?!
Me: Um...Mr. Snootypants.
Caller: I'm the major's wife's brother's wife's second cousin!
Me: *in my head* Dafuq...
However, today...roles kind of got switched a little bit.
A client called into the office to say she was being held up in traffic and would be a little late for her meeting with Tank. She's some art director at a gallery in a town my grandparent's just so happened to live in. My grandmother was a locally famous artist and my grandfather was a huge donator to just about every charity in the area. Let's face it, my grandparents were stinking rich.
While answering this lady's call, for some ungodly reason I said my last name. It was 5 hours into my shift, I was tired after being up half the night with a teething baby. I was on autopilot. After she states the reason of her calling and before I had the chance to say "Thank you, I'll let Tank know" we had this little convo.
Her: Wait, why does [last name] sound familar? Any relation to [grandparent's first names]?
Me: Uh...yeah, they were my grandparents.
Her: Oh my gosh!! How is your grandmother?! I haven't talked to her in ages! Is she still making masterpieces?
Me: Um...she passed away when I was 3 or 4 years old. (Note: I'm 25 now, so this was 20 years ago!)
Her: Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry! How inappropriate of me....how did she go?
Extremely uncomfortable at this point in time...
Her: Oh gosh. I didn't know. Well what about your grandfather? I haven't seen a check from him in a long time.
In my head I am thinking, you greedy bitch.
But, I say: He died when I was a junior in high school, so about 2004.
At this point, Tank and the other office lady are giving me weird looks. I just shrugged to them.
Her: Wow...yikes. I am very out of the loop, aren't I? (No shit lady.) Well, what about your father? Surely he is still alive! You know, he was my first love. I was actually pregnant because of him! But I miscarried and we ended it shortly after that. So, how is he?!
Me: *sigh* I haven't spoken to him in nearly 6 years now. I couldn't tell you if he were dead or alive, but I haven't heard anything from other family members, so I am assuming he is still alive...
Her: Well, aren't you a barrel of fucking sunshine! Just tell Tank I will be there in about 20 minutes; traffic is clearing up now.
Me: Will do.
I told Tank about the reason she was calling and then filled him in on the other half of the convo he didn't hear. When the lady arrived, I hid in the backroom/breakroom because she had already upset me enough. I mean, it's always nice to be reminded of my estranged father and ever loving grandparents who I can't talk to anymore. And when she left I pretended to be busy on the phone so I wouldn't have to look or deal with her.
People these days. Ugh!