Reach Out and Touch Someone

C'mon, c'mon.

"You have reached..."

Zero. Zero gets the operator, right? C'mon, be there.

"One moment please."

Sigh.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Can you connect me to the intern station, please?"

"Uh, sure. Hang on."

I can't believe I did this. This is what happens when you get out of your routine.

"He's not there. Is there someone else who can help you?"

"I need a male."

"Excuse me?"

Sigh. "This is Bob, I'm in the..."

"Oh, hi Bob. I thought it was you. Why are you calling from this number?"

"I'm on my cell phone, and I'm in the locker room."

Pause. "OK."

"I'm in the locker room, but I forgot my gym bag. So I need a male, a guy, to go into my office, grab my gym bag and bring it to me here in the locker room."

"I can see if anyone is around. It is lunchtime, after all."

"I'm sorry. I'm already...no, I've just...I'm so sorry. Let's put it this way: If I have to go back to my office myself to get it, I'll need a towel."

Sound of muffled snickering. "I see. Hang tight. The cavalry is coming."