I just went to party city to return something I didn't use for Pam's shower... The lady says she needs the credit card it was charged on and my ID; fine.
As she is entering my info for the return, she types my name as Angie, when my ID CLEARLY says Angela. It took every ounce of self control to not say something. If it had been anything other than a simple return, I would have definitely said something!
There is nothing I hate more than being called Angie, by anyone, other than my gma.
Bitch (the cashier, not my gma).