Say my name

Sharon's leaving, Day 3:
Hey, for all you people who don't hear me talk, Sharon is pronounced like Ariel Sharon or My Sharona, with a long O. Her mum is Israeli.

She is also quite generous. Sharon worked at the prestigious Huntington Theater and was always willing to get me free tickets to any play. Unfortunately most of my friends prefer watching King of Queens and eating paste to a night of cultural enrichment, so I couldn't often find theater companions.

So this March, I was attending a play at the Huntington and Sharon emailed me directions. This is the e-mail exchange we had:
Jesse- "THANKS LADY!"
Sharon- "NO PROBLEM GRAVY (it rhymed with lady)"
Jesse- "it rhymes with lady if your mouth is full of marbles. I mean, c'mon sharon."
Sharon- "Why are you always scolding me, man?
I'me just minding my own besswax and WHAM, you come down on me about
something else. some trivial bullshit. I was a happy carefree rhymer, and you squashed my enthusiasm to please people with my rhymes.
You are doom and gloom. Enjoy the show."

She was kidding, of course.

Why this story indicates Sharon is awesome:
a) Free theater tickets.
b) Very funny straight-faced chiding.
c) She didn't make fun of me when I called her in a panic, thinking I had really made her feel bad. I didn't understand it was a joke at first. Shut up.