Because that’s what my caterer and I are.
My last phone conversation with her . . .
Me: Hi, Caterer, I just wanted to check in on the budget with you. It’s [One Billion Dollars] for the food and [Half a Billion] for the rentals, right?
Caterer: You know, I don’t know. I don’t have it in front of me.
Me: Okay, can you check?
Caterer: I really have to find your file. And you’ve made so many changes, I can’t tell you offhand.
My Head: Changes?! What changes? I haven’t made any changes because I HAVE NOT TALKED TO YOU IN 6 MONTHS, YOU CALL-AVOIDING CUPCAKE GOUGER!
Me: All right. We’ll leave it until we meet later this week.
Caterer: Okay! Great!
My Head: I am going to eat you when I see you.
I’m sorry. That sucks. We should gang up on her like Africanized bees!