"You must be Irish...!"
This happens to me about twice a year, but I'm always charmed by it.
A client says to me, "You must be Irish!"
"Nope. Not a drop of Irish blood. I'm Austrian." (Well, Euromutt actually - a little bit of this, a little bit of that - but too much information.)
"But Kathleen is an Irish name."
"My grandparents came over from the "old country", settled in an Irish neighborhood, and named their daughter a typical American name - Mary Kathleen. And I'm named after her. Still no Irish blood, though."
So, this client has now decided he's going to call me Frieda instead. LOL!
A client says to me, "You must be Irish!"
"Nope. Not a drop of Irish blood. I'm Austrian." (Well, Euromutt actually - a little bit of this, a little bit of that - but too much information.)
"But Kathleen is an Irish name."
"My grandparents came over from the "old country", settled in an Irish neighborhood, and named their daughter a typical American name - Mary Kathleen. And I'm named after her. Still no Irish blood, though."
So, this client has now decided he's going to call me Frieda instead. LOL!
Frieda. Sheesh.