I do not usually post more than once a day, but this was just too good to not share. This experience just happened to me. I hope you find it as entertaining as I did.
I was sitting at my desk, organizing a stack of magazines and journals to be shelved on the third floor, when the office phone began to ring. With my boss away from his desk, I took it upon myself to answer.
“Chan Shun Centennial Library, how may I help you?” I answered in my most business-like tone.
The voice on the other end was hesitant. “Um…hey…is this the library?”
No, this is Barney’s Pizza Palace. Duh! I didn’t say this was the library just for kicks!
“Yes, this is the library,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “How may I help you?”
“Um…I was wondering if you could tell me the name of this one girl…she works there.”
That’s a lot of help.
“I’m sorry, but could you be a little more specific? There are many girls who work here.”
“Well, um, she’s African American and…”
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no saint. I have always had trouble being patient with people who take too long to get their words out, and by this point I was kinda frustrated. I was also becoming a bit suspicious.
“I’m sorry, sir, but may I ask why you need to know the name of this girl?” I asked, trying to be polite but reserved.
“Well, I kinda like her and…”
I knew it. Something about the fact that he called the library instead of asking whoever-it-was personally just crossed me wrong.
“I’m sorry, sir, but your best bet is to come back tomorrow and talk to her. I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
He replied with, “Oh, okay,” and hung up before I could get in my, “Have a nice evening.”
I stared at the reciever for a moment, then shook my head and hung up. Oh, boy. Now that was something I hadn’t been prepared for.