Imagine being a sleep deprived new mom visiting your husband with your baby for lunch when a crazy coworker of his assumes you work there and starts yelling at you.

Would you correct them, or would you let them yell at you and see how it all played out?

In today’s story, one wife decides to take the second option, and she laughs about it later with her husband.

Let’s see what happened.

IDWH and my husband’s essentially your boss.

My husband works for a pretty prestigious university as the director of student life.

He oversees a decent sized staff, and their work encompasses all manners of student activities, groups, Greek life, etc.

A little background before I get to ~the incident~, a few months ago we were expecting our baby.

Most people on campus knew this, and knew that my husband, let’s call him Joe, would be taking paternity leave.

When the big day came, I called him at work and told him it’s go time, meet me at the hospital, and he dropped everything and ran out the door, as you do.

He was really surprised when he checked his email.

In the delivery room we had plenty of down time, so from time to time he checked his work email while I rest.

He’s looking through it and goes “what the fuuuuuuu”…

A professor wrote him the most caustic, unhinged rant saying, basically, I came into your office to see you about a matter concerning my students and you weren’t there despite the department hours clearly stating 8-5, this is unacceptable and unprofessional, contact me immediately, etc.

He lol’d and said won’t she feel silly when she gets his out of office reply…but no, ten minutes later she’s harassing him again!

Finally he sent her a very terse reply and it seemed that was the end of that…but not for long!

This professor did not give up.

Every day for the next week this professor came into the office demanding to know if Joe was there; more than one tear was shed by the staff during this time.

I don’t know exactly what she was saying or why no one else could do what she needed (the staff was kind enough not to burden Joe with this while he was on pat leave), but reports are it was like having an angry dementor come through.

On the first day Joe returned to work, he got to meet this professor face to face.

He was in his office (on FaceTime with me, actually), when yelling erupts from down the hall.

He finally met the crazy professor who had been looking for him.

“Uh oh”, he says to me, “bet that’s her.”

We hung up and what conversation happened in that office can only be imagined…or maybe he told me and I forgot. #newbornlyfe

But by all accounts she was cantankerous, irate, and incorrect in what she was trying to do, and could not be told otherwise.

As he is in charge of the department but not of her, he could only put his foot down on the request, but not the behavior.

Finally she left and the whole situation was done and dusted, finished and forgotten…but again, not for long!

She decided to surprise her husband at work.

Fast forward to yesterday.

I decided to pop in with the baby to surprise him, and hopefully we could go to lunch. Also show off the baby, of course.

When we arrived it was squee!!!!s all around from the office staff, and one of the ladies took the baby for a tour around the building.

I’ve been holding that kid for three months straight so I was happy to let her. 😂

Joe’s admin assistant told me he was in a meeting for another 10 or so minutes, and then she went off on the baby world tour, so I decided to sit in his office and enjoy merciful silence…but, and ya guessed it, not for long.

She came face to face with the professor.

Enter: the professor from hell.

I knew it was her before she said one word.

She looked like an ivory tower Karen with an “I want to talk to your dean” hairdo.

PFH: Does nobody do any work around here? This is OUTRAGEOUS. Where’s (admin assistant)? Why is Joe even on the payroll if he is NEVER here? Go find him.

Me: wut

She understood the professor’s confusion.

PFH: Are you too hungover to accept simple direction?! What is wrong with you! I’d kick your butt out of class looking like that. I don’t care where he is, GO AND GET JOE.

Me: Oooh, you think I’m a student!

PFH, mockingly: Oh I’m gonna pretend I’m not a student now sitting in the office! with the university sweatshirt! and a bookbag! What group are you in because Joe will be very interested to hear how inept you are.

(I’m like bookbag? Oh yeah, diaper bag lol. At this point I decide to ride this out and hope he comes back and sees it in progress.)

This seems like a simple question.

Me: Okay, let’s say I’m a student. Why do you think I work here?

That was exactly the wrong, or right, depending on your point of view, thing to say.

This lady came undone in a torrent of maniacal hissing and shrieking. Her vitriol knew no bounds as she directed it at me, the office staff, my husband, all students except hers, the building itself; I’ve never seen such a tantrum (give the baby a few years…).

As she’s having her meltdown, I moved out of the chair where I’d been sitting and sidled up to a photo of our wedding that Joe hung up.

I leaned against the wall like a laconic cowboy with my foot up, arms folded, smirking.

The professor still doesn’t recognize her.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t notice the similarities between the beaming bride and the dumpy, sleep-deprived chick standing before her, but I remain committed to the con.

After several moments of a nonstop torrent of verbal abuse (“Joe’s not even fit for community college, how the eff did he get a job here!” was the one that made me chortle; she didn’t like that much), I hear a flurry of footsteps come flying down the hall.

The admin assistant comes sliding through the door like Kramer, face white as a sheet.

The admin assistant points out the professor’s mistake.

I ask her if Joe Jr is okay (another co-worker had him in another office, because they heard PFH and didn’t want his baby self to learn what madness lurks in the world at such a tender age).

She has exactly enough time to answer yes before PFH unleashes the kraken in her direction vis-a-vis the ineptitude of…moi! clutch pearls

AA: Wait, what are you talking about? That’s Mrs. Me.

Me, still posed like the Marlboro Man: (points at my picture)

Joe finally came back.

And right on cue, here comes the man of the hour, Joe, complete with Joe Jr in arm.

The co-worker holding the baby had called his cell phone and told him what was happening and to get back here ASAP.

Joe was livid, but that eerie scary sort that is a schadenfreude-lover’s delight when directed at a deserving recipient.

He handed me the baby and asked if I was alright, then turned to PFH.

They laughed about it at lunch.

Joe: Get out. Do not come back until I’ve spoke to your department chair. I’m going to lunch.

Me: Boy do I have a story to tell you.

And out the door we swept, off to lunch, where were got pizza and migraines from laughing so hard.

At this time I don’t know what action is being taken against PFH, but if asked I will sure be happy to give testimony!!

Wow! What a crazy lady!

Honestly, if I were a sleep deprived new mom, I’d find it flattering to be mistaken for a college student.

Let’s see how Reddit reacted to this story.

This person knows that professors can be annoying.

Another person pictured Shrek.

This person was mistaken for a student at work too.

The story was quite entertaining.

The professor is out of control!

What a story.

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