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Why do we care?
There is a snake in the most west-ward corner of the lake.
Caller is scared.
Caller calls to inform us there is a bunch of gas on the water near the north-east corner of the lake.
This is a genuine concern.
However, it is not our concern.
When trying to figure out what we should do about it, she asked if she could have her boat brought in to check for a leak, to make sure it isn't her.
Caller has given all indications that it is not her, by saying it looks like the gas wasn't coming from any of the boats, including her's, and she still has a full tank of gas, despite gasmageddon occuring on the lake.
Caller mentions she might have to call DNR.
I tell her that is a good idea.
We call a lady at 7 A.M. She had asked to be put on the 'I want my boat before the holiday' wishlist. We were going to grant her wish.
She informs us that she is having:
"A very seriousch dischussion"
We ask, with as straight of a face as possible, if we should call back later.
She calls back around 4 P.M. sounding much more sober, wanting to know what she agreed to in the first call.
When I told her she had agreed to nothing, and re-explained the conversation to her, she said that was fine, and hung up.
Reportedly, this same lady also showed up before I was employed, grabbed ALL THE BUTTS, then hitched a ride with complete strangers to her house.
The complete strangers were horrified, but too polite to kick their unwanted hitchhiker out.
Nobody got time for dat!
A guy came in and asked for a fishing license. We encourage them do to this at home, since it wastes valuable computer time for us to give him one of our computers to fill one out.
I encouraged him to come back behind the counter. He does so, while my coworker gets the fishing license website up.
Me: It's all yours.
Him: What's this?
Me: You have to fill it out yourself.
Him: Well that takes too long, I'm leaving.
Alrighty then. Way to sell yourself short. It's going to take just as long if we do it, and more people get to know your address, weight, height, eye color, hair color, credit card information... everything we need to skin you and walk around as you. Wait, that went to a dark place for a moment. XP
Why do we care?
There is a snake in the most west-ward corner of the lake.
Caller is scared.
Why do we care, Round 2?
Caller calls to inform us there is a bunch of gas on the water near the north-east corner of the lake.
This is a genuine concern.
However, it is not our concern.
When trying to figure out what we should do about it, she asked if she could have her boat brought in to check for a leak, to make sure it isn't her.
Caller has given all indications that it is not her, by saying it looks like the gas wasn't coming from any of the boats, including her's, and she still has a full tank of gas, despite gasmageddon occuring on the lake.
Caller mentions she might have to call DNR.
I tell her that is a good idea.
Seriously?
We call a lady at 7 A.M. She had asked to be put on the 'I want my boat before the holiday' wishlist. We were going to grant her wish.
She informs us that she is having:
"A very seriousch dischussion"
We ask, with as straight of a face as possible, if we should call back later.
Seriously?!
She calls back around 4 P.M. sounding much more sober, wanting to know what she agreed to in the first call.
When I told her she had agreed to nothing, and re-explained the conversation to her, she said that was fine, and hung up.
Reportedly, this same lady also showed up before I was employed, grabbed ALL THE BUTTS, then hitched a ride with complete strangers to her house.
The complete strangers were horrified, but too polite to kick their unwanted hitchhiker out.
Nobody got time for dat!
A guy came in and asked for a fishing license. We encourage them do to this at home, since it wastes valuable computer time for us to give him one of our computers to fill one out.
I encouraged him to come back behind the counter. He does so, while my coworker gets the fishing license website up.
Me: It's all yours.
Him: What's this?
Me: You have to fill it out yourself.
Him: Well that takes too long, I'm leaving.
Alrighty then. Way to sell yourself short. It's going to take just as long if we do it, and more people get to know your address, weight, height, eye color, hair color, credit card information... everything we need to skin you and walk around as you. Wait, that went to a dark place for a moment. XP
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