Well It Happened to Me After Fifteen Years!
Backstory: Chef participates in a low income and senior citizen heating assistance program. He goes out and cleans their heating systems and/or does a recommendation for repairs/new system. This time he was sent out to do a recommendation. Upon entering, he and his sub contractor noticed MANY cats (aka animal horder) of this elderly woman's home which happens to be located in an upscale neighborhood.
The next thing they know, they are being attacked by fleas and are covered in them! The elderly woman also refuses to let them inspect her water heater which is part of the requirement for state funding. They practically run out of the house get in their vehicle, drive off to an abandoned parking lot, strip down to their underwear, tossing their clothes out the door and then I get the call explaining all of this.
Chef (voice under great duress) "Can you break off from work and come out here? We need a bug bomb and flea spray stat!!" I said I would.
Five minutes later they are getting desperate and I'm a good 20 minutes from their location. Chef obviously didn't think I grasped the severity of the situation so he calls me again.
"[Girhippo's first name--shortened version starts with a "B"] uhhh errrrr, Babe" which her usually calls me as my first name is quite unusual for the United States anyway. "Just want to let you know we are in our underwear and our clothes are covered in fleas!!!"
That caught me by surprise but I'm thinking he was so anxiety ridden over the fleas that he slipped up. His brain literally went on hold I guess.
He has never accidentally called me by the Girhippo's name in the past. So I've joined that "club."