Where's the newsroom?
You know it's going to be an interesting conversation when two guys walk in the newsroom, the front-desk-person is at lunch, and one of the guys says, "You sure can!!" when you ask if you can help them.The man proceeded to say that he wanted to tell the president or the "big man in town" about the injustice of not being allowed to park his motor home in front of his house. I suggested that he write a letter to the editor, but then the guy -- who had been using finger quotation mark gestures -- switched gears and began asking about classified ads. When I told him he was in the newsroom and pointed down the hall toward classified advertising, he wasn't quite ready to leave yet.
"Ooh, where's the newsroom?" he asked. I explained, again, that he was IN the newsroom.
"Oh, where are all the cameras?" he asked, making motions as if he were holding a camcorder (that would make any viewer nauseous, the way he was swinging his imaginary camera).
I finally got the guys headed down the hallway and laughed about it with co-workers who had mysteriously reappeared. But it wasn't quite over yet. A few minutes later, I was walking down the sidewalk to lunch and, of course, the two guys happened to be coming out a different door. "Hey, it's the beautiful lady!" the guy said, while his friend chimed in with a whistle.
Ah, desperate Lodi guys.
Posted by Layla at 2:00 PM, June 23, 2004
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