Seriously now.
When Karen can't make it out to the stables on any given day, they send out this dullard named Chad to fill up my trough and do a couple of the other minor but essential tasks around my humble abode. He knows my name. He knows my stable name and my show name. He insists on calling me Mr. Ed. Let's be serious for a moment folks; this displaced nomenclature is niether an insightful or witty piece of cutting edge humor. That would be like me calling him "Jesus" or "Hitler" just because they're among the most prolific celebrities of the species. He seems to enjoy it, so if it makes his day that much brighter then whatever, but his new nickname is Virgin Mary.