People need a place a rant. Occasionally, this "place" is me. During these months of summer employ at my university's mailroom, I have had several opportunities for Story Time with worthy patrons of the mail, attempting to regale me with tales of their missing letter. I am not interested, but I am paid and professional, so I listen. They don't have their letter. Neither do I, I assure them. Well, the post office didn't have it either, and they called twice. They called the dorm, and the party responsible for sending the letter. They have covered all the bases. A slight silence, then--"I'm very sorry, but we don't have your letter, either." Whiiich is what I told them several minutes ago. Fascinating how the details of their plight did not change the fact that I don't have their letter! Makes me wonder what they were expecting.
On the other hand, I'm sure I'd do the same thing in their position--I would unload to a complete strange my tale of woe and hope my plight would move them into making inquiries with the Correct Persons. Guess I can't blame for their little tirades, but it's still pretty annoying.
A note to all: if the conversation begins with me not having your letter, it will almost certainly end that way as well. But what the heck--I'm paid by the hour. Chat on.
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