Mike picked my car up from Prestige Too last week and they kept calling him "Mr. Anderson". Mike was a good sport and didn't correct anyone. Even when they started talking to him. "Here's your car Mr. Anderson", "How's your wife Mr. Anderson?", "Tell your wife 'hi' for us, Mr. Anderson". Poor Guy! (Well, I don't feel that bad for him.)
Later, when he told me this, he mentioned how odd it was to be called a completely different name. Yeah...I have NO clue what that feels like. In one day I went from Jessica Anderson to Sister Pless. I was trying to tease him and see if Mike wanted to change him last name to Anderson...but he likes his Pless. And to be honest, Pless is fine with me too. So long Jessica Anderson...Hello Jessica Pless.
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