Idiot vet staff

The regular receptionist at the vet's office is a dour-faced crank. The tech working the desk this morning was almost worse. I walk in with both rabbits in individual carriers, this ensues:

V: Are they aggressive?
T: To each other? Possibly, they are un-neutered males so that's always chancy. They are very much accustomed to humans, though. But they are nervous at being transported.
V: So who are they?
T: Thistle and Frasier, my name is Cook.
V: I'm not seeing them. (flipping through pages) What's their names?
T: Thistle & Frasier. Possibly under my last name Cook?
V: What's their names again?
T: (mind you, each carrier has a piece of tape with their names written on it) Thistle and Frasier.
V: So how do we tell them apart?
T: They are different colors. (She hasn't looked over the counter once) Thistle is a black & white spotted lop, Frasier is a red velveteen mini-rex.
V: What's their names again?
T: Thistle and Frasier.
V: I see Thistle, but not the other one. (she's looking at a spiral notebook, btw).
T: (At this point, I roll my eyes and realize the other woman waiting in the vet's office is giggling at how ridiculous the situation is)
V: I don't see anything with Frasier's name on it, did he have a pre-op appointment?
T: Yes, they both did. I brought in individual write ups on the rabbits when I came in.
V: Thistle and what's the other one, again?
T: Frasier.
V: (getting frustrated) Does it matter?
T: Well, yes, Frasier is a pound and a half smaller than Thistle.
V: That's not much.
T: When you weigh less than 5 pounds, that's a huge difference for the anesthesia.
V: So who is who?
T: Thistle (raises up kennel, name is clearly on it) and Frasier (raise up other kennel, name is also clear).
V: Okay, whatever. (Takes each rabbit back singly after another round of 'who is who')

While she was gone, the other lady in the office reached forward and patted my hand, whispering "Thistle and Frasier, I'll never forget their names now!"