(My boss, the groomer, does a thing called “stripping”, which is basically plucking the hairs off the body of a wiry-haired dog with a special brush. My coworker answers the phone and I’m right there listening to the conversation. It’s a man who owns an Irish Terrier.)

Customer: “Hello, I’d like to speak to your stripper!”

Coworker: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “I need to make an appointment with your stripper!”

Coworker: “Um, do you mean our groomer?”

Customer: “I don’t know what you’re saying. I need the stripper to strip my Irish dog!”

Coworker: “All right. I’m just gonna put you on hold so I can put the…stripper…on the line.”