I have been shamed and it's all G's fault

This morning, a coworker came up to me, handed me a Post-It, and said “Do you have anything for this claim number?”

“Let me see,” I said, turning to the piles of paper on my desk. “That would be an OC [outgoing correspondence], right?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me check. OC…OC…Osi Umenyiora…”*

I began laughing at my own cleverness.

She stared at me as if I had sprouted several heads, Hydra-like.

Thank god I’m leaving on vacation; maybe by the time I get back, she'll have forgotten.

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*From the New York Giants. And yes, I had to Google the spelling of his name.