Schadenfreude

I had to pick Kenny up from school the other day. When I showed up, the nurse was confused. She was expecting a Jimmye Winburn to pick him up. I told her that I was Jimmye Winburn. More confusion. She asked if she could see my ID. I presented it to her. She looked at her computer screen and now looked especially confused. "Oh, I'm sorry. We have you down as Kenny's grandfather." 

"Yes," I said. "I AM his grandfather." 

Her confusion turned to pained perplexity. 

I let her delicious confusion stew for a bit before releasing her from her torment. "I'm transgender."
"Oh!" she said, "I am so sorry. So Sorry."

"It's OK."

"I am so sorry."

When you're trans, you take whatever schadenfreude you can. I am SO going to hell.