Every year the Maplewood LDS chapel serves as one of the pick up points for the community free turkey dinner giveaway for those who qualify for it. So for days leading up to it I am bombarded with phone calls surrounding the event because my office is listed in the phone book and the chapel does not. And we share a parking lot. Which becomes chaos. Which some how means that I am supposed to know everything about this, which I know nothing because it's not even a church sponsored event.
So today a woman calls and wants directions to Maplewood Street from downtown and as I attempt to give her directions, she informs me that I don't know what I am talking about and she wants to speak to some who does. Excuse me?
Her: I live downtown on (some street) and don't know how to get to Maplewood.
Me: (Gives same directions I have given to a dozen other people with no complaints.)
Her: NO, that's not right, that's not the right street, it's this other street.
Me: Well, I don't live downtown so these are the best directions I know of for this area.
Her: Are you sure there isn't someone else there that I can talk to who knows what they are talking about because I don't know what you are talking about. What you are saying just doesn't make any sense.
Me: (You want another answer? Call another number.)
Me: I'm sorry but I can assure you this is the correct street and the correct intersection.
Her: More of the same.
Me: (I'm thinking about the fact that people who are getting a free meal shouldn't be so rude and that I don't think she even deserves a turkey at this point and how much more of this crap am I going to listen to before I hang up on her.)
Her: Well. I guess I'll just have to drive around and see if I can find it.
Me: Happy Thanksgiving, click.
Some people. I hope the turkey turns out or Butterball is going to be sorry!
Maybe we should call it Thanks-getting!
1 comment:
I miss you!
Some people!!
Hope you had a great holiday with that handsome husband of yours. :)
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