Okay, so I am currently employed by the University. I work in an office as the receptionist. This means that I am that friendly face you see when you come in to deliver budget forms and the friendly voice you hear when you call to ask questions about moving a chair from your office to the one across the hall. Needless to say, I get a lot of interesting phone calls.
I hate answering the phone. I don't know why, but something about it just makes me want to puke. I'm slowly getting over that reflex, but like I said, slowly. Anyway, I get a lot of people who want to tell me everything they need to know and then have me tell them the answer. Well, I have news for you: I don't know anything! I am just now getting to the point where I can tell you who you need to talk to, but please don't ask me to tell you how to fill out a fixed asset request form or to go and look at an item that is up for bid. I can't do that! Sorry, little side rant...
Back to the story of the day. This morning I got a call from a gentleman who shall remain nameless, but I thought he said his name was --- Tucker. So, I repeated the name to make sure I had the right one so I could tell my boss who was calling her. Boy was I wrong! His name was NOT --- Tucker!
"You said your name was --- Tucker, right?"
"NO. HOOKER! Hooker, like a prostitute!"
"Oh! Okay. Sorry! *giggle giggle*"
Yes, that's right. The poor man has probably had this happen before, and this is the way he chooses to explain his last name. Great choice. :D
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