I verified that this story was true before posting...unbelievable! -Rebecca
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where in the midst of conversation it is overwhelmingly evident that the intelligence level is not even remotely equal between you and the unfortunate soul to whom you are talking? I am not talking about a conversation between you as an adult and a child, but between two seemingly adults. I would like to share such an experience I had at work.
I was attempting to fax requested paperwork to someone at a very well-respected university here in Alabama with no luck. (Now, I will leave the university’s identity nameless so as not to embarrass any alum that may stumble upon this posting.) Anyway, after 3 or 4 attempts to send this fax, I called the office at the university to check the fax number. Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: “Yes, I’ve been trying to send you a fax, but there seems to be a problem with the number I wrote down.” (Now, I was fully willing to take the blame for this taking far too long to send a two-page fax, so I gave her the number I had written down expecting a correction.)
Lady: “Well, that number is right, let me check the machine.” (After a few brief moments…) “Everything seems to be fine. The machine isn’t busy, and I didn’t hear anything coming through. So try it again.”
Me: “Okay, can I leave you on hold and try again?”
Lady: ”Sure.”So, I quickly tried again with the same result.
Me: “It still isn’t gong through.”
Lady: “Well, let me give you another fax number here in the office.”(She gave me another number and as you guessed it… still no such luck.)
Me: “Well, maybe you can call someone to come and look at your fax machine and when it is working again you can call me.”
Lady: “Okay, I will. But, maybe I’ll have to wait to let somebody know when the lights come back on.” Now I think the next words out of her mouth were, “Do you think that’s it?” It was hard to make out exactly what she said when the phone fell to the desk and then hit my shoe.
Me: “I’m sure that’s the reason, why don’t you call me when the lights come back on.”Being the mean person that I really am, I wasn’t referring to those lights.