Here's the one that just happened to me:

Boss: Did you do X?
Me: I don't know what you're talking about.
Boss: Big Boss said she gave it to you.
Me: I'm pretty sure not -- it sounds like something for Coworker A
Time passes
Boss: Coworker A says she doesn't know what I'm talking about.
I get up and walk over to Coworker A.
Me: Hey, did you do X?
Coworker A: Yeah, Big Boss gave it to me, and I'm almost done.
Me: @@

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALLYSON!

Happy new home hunting, too!

Happy Birthday Allyson.

Happy outcomes ita.

This is the conversation that has been going on for six bleeding weeks:

Author: Sorry my corrections are late! How do I give them to you? Me: Just write them out and I'll make the changes. ...time passes... Author: Sorry I'm late with the changes! How do I give them to you? Me: Just write them out. Can I have them by Monday? Author: Sure! ... Me: Can I have your changes THIS Monday? Author: Okay! And how do I send them to you? Me: ggnngrr ... Today: Author: Remind me what it is you need again?

I swear, this is almost verbatim.

Okay, the apartment was a notch more ghetto than I would have liked. Bonus extra hot neighbor could sway verdict, but I get wonky about scary neighborhoods.

Thanks for the birthday wishes!

Have a great one, Allyson.

Author: Remind me what it is you need again?

Argh! Although.... sometimes I think I'm Author. But that's when the thing they want isn't something that I care about.

Author: Remind me what it is you need again?

"Four to six magic beans."

Beans!
Beans?
The special beans!
I'd let him go,
I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall
When--Bang! Crash!
The lightning flash!
And well, that's another story...

Nevermind, anyway...