Addressing Jason’s Relationship

This is my room for the night. You don't— I don't want to go back to fucking Margo's house, bro. Guys, let me, let me fucking— let me tell you about this shit. Let me tell you about the real shit that happened today. I was, um, I have my assistant books all my travel and my hotel and stuff. So, so she texts Jason, she's like, hey, would this be a funny joke to play on him? And first of all, if you have an assistant that says shit like that, you should fucking fire her. That is not a normal thing for an assistant to say. And the joke was that instead of booking me a normal hotel, she booked me a bedroom in like this random like older lady's house, like a straight-up like, like cottage home and just like a bedroom in her house. And, and, and this is how I found out, this is how I found out. We're in the car, Jason picked me up from the airport at 8:00 in the morning, and I'm like, and I'm like, are you dropping me off at my hotel? And he's like, yeah, let me call him to see if your room's ready. I'm like, okay. And he has it on speaker, and she's like— and he's like, is the room ready? And he doesn't even say my name or anything. And she goes, yeah, just gonna have to take the linens out of the dryer, and then we should be good. And I'm like, wait, what's fucking going on? What do you— and then he's like, okay, cool. So if we're there in an hour, is that okay? And she's like, yeah, that's fine. I'll start making breakfast soon. I'm like, who the fuck are we talking to? Like, well, what's going on? Like, I was getting so frustrated because it made no sense. Yeah.