Thanks, BK. Every time I see this neighbor I want to ask her about Myrrh.
I have a few more.
About 11 years ago, when I was in travel agents school
( which should have been my clue that any one can be a travel agent, but I digress) the first day we are given a 50 question geography test. Fill in the blank.
" The Tower of London is located in What country"
Crap like that.
I whizzed throught the test and was the first one to turn it in. When we received the tests back the next week, I saw that I got a perfect score and went, “Shit, this is easy as pie.” Then I saw the girl next to me test paper, she only got one right. I managed to say, " I don’t think being a travel agent is up your alley." She dropped out.
How could anyone not get more than one right? I’ll have to dig up that test and post it here.
I once had a very terse discussion with a postal employee about the location of Ontario (California). He said it was in Canada, and therefore my package would be more money.I calmly stated that “Yes, while there is an Ontario, Canada, it is a Providence and I was not mailing to the entire populace,thereof.I was mailing it to California, which is a part of the contiguous US.”
We went back and forth until I said, “Why don’t you punch in the ZIP CODE into your computer and see that I’m right.”
He did and said nothing more.
I’ve said this one before in the many
“Idiots I’ve worked with” threads.
A woman called up the office wanting to take a train to London. Having just driven back from London Ontario ( I’m in SE Michigan)the weekend prior, I said it was really six in one and half dozen in the other for drive time/train time and probably cheaper to drive.
There was a pause, the lady said, " I thought it was about six hours or so to get there."
The light bulb clicked on in my head, " London England or London Ontario?"
“Ummm, I didn’t know there was two.”
“What are you going to see over there? London with the Big Ben?”
" Yeah, that’s it. I saw on TV that you can take a train…"
“You must have seen the news footage of the chunnel opening up.”
“Yeah, that’s it. The chunnel. I want to take that.”
“The chunnel only runs from Paris to London.”
The lady was persistant. “But there is an ad to take the train to London from Windsor.”
I explain that the ad is for a company that sells rail and air packages and she must be misreading it. She is quite adamant that she is right. I take a deep breath and say, " I can book you on a train from Detroit to Newfoundland…"
“And?” My little pidgeon prettily replies.
“After that, you gotta swim.”