Yeah, HP. My W would have stared back at you, too. She likely would have thought how unenlightened you were, and that, as a woman, you were not a credit to the gender.
Of course, I'd ask her to make my lunch about when pigs would fly. Not just because she'd look at me like I had some sort of mental disorder, but because, as everyone knows here, Hairdog is a better cook than his W.
Hairdog, who, like HP, sometimes feels like he ended up in an alternate universe.
