It's Missy my mother. You're something like the fourth person I've had tell me I called someone I didn't. I don't know why she can't be a normal human being and just have an affair if she's so bored with her marriage. Instead, she's decided to take out her frustration on every peon of the working class she runs into. Lots and lots of asking to see their manager, sending food back, that sort of thing. But she's just embarrassed enough to use my name if she calls in after the fact rather than sully her 'good reputation.'
She's been a patron of the New York Ballet Company since...well, before I was born, I think. Odds are she went in to check on how her money was being spent and Lotte made the wrong face, or something.