Angle Espy

My second day of working at the bike shop someone called and asked for "Angle Espy." I thought it was the oddest name I'd ever heard, but I put the caller on hold and turned to my new co-worker to ask if anyone by the name of Angle Espy worked at the shop. He said the person sounded like a nut, so I jumped back on the phone to tell the caller she had the wrong number. But no, the caller insisted in strong language that she knew Angle Espy worked at our shop, and she also knew that people in our shop pulled pranks back and forth all day, and she demanded that I put Angle on the phone. I had no idea what to do. I was a teenager in his dream job at a bike shop, and on my second day I'd already waded into some kind of prank war. So I just hung up. I regretted it instantly, but I didn't have to wait long for absolution as the phone rang a moment later and it was the same women. It was then that my co-worker looked at me, squinted, cocked his head and said, "I wonder if she means Anne Gillespie?"