Call for ya, Dude

As a result of laziness and Hydromet Syrup, I felt compelled to share with you an email from a friend who used to work with me at the University of Kentucky, but is now employed by her local sanitation department:


I covered the front desk while the regular guy took a break and immediately took two calls that put the Wacky Customer trifecta in play. The circle was complete when a man came in and had to be escorted out by my supervisor.

1) Phone call – a woman (who kept saying, “You’re on” after everything I said) claimed that her b*tch neighbor threw her baby in the dumpster and she didn’t want him to die on her property. I asked her if her infant was still in the dumpster. Oh, it wasn’t a real baby. It was a cat. In a pink carrier. Two days ago. I gave her the number to the scale house at the landfill.

2) Phone call – a man called to say that there was an abandoned couch on the street in front his house, but he was in the county. And the couch was on fire. As a rule, we don’t pick up things that are blazing. Or in the county. I gave him the number to County Sanitation.

3) In person – a man wearing a too-small white t-shirt, too-small navy short shorts and a sailor hat came in yelling that he had a “car” full of recycling and the recycling people said they only take plastic and he has metal. After more yelling, my supervisor took him outside to clarify the situation. He had a shopping cart with a metal bookshelf balanced across it. She asked if he wanted to leave it. He said he wanted to get paid for it. She told him we don’t pay for metal. He said he wished someone had told him that. She told him that she just did. Boy, THEN there was yellin’!!!

This keyboard is full of crumbs. Or something.


4 responses to “Call for ya, Dude

  1. Kentucky misses you, and somehow things seem to be going along much as if you were still there. Only the folks there have to go through it all without even the hope of a walk on the beach at sunset. Pity them, eh? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I missed Valentine’s Day by a couple hours, and just realized that I completely missed your birthday on Jan. 27th (!!!). I trust you had some joyful celebrations for both events. Sending you belated hugs and best wishes. (Extras coming your way too, with the hope that you’ll share them with our favourite Irishman — please. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

  2. Hey — where’d you go?? Hope you’re just busy enjoying life, and that all is well and wonderful for you.

    I heard on the early news that today (Tues, Feb 24th) is apparently National Pancake Day at IHOP. “Free” short stack for everyone, with the hope that people will make donations to Children’s Miracle Network. Clever of IHOP to encourage pancake indulgence on Fat Tuesday, eh?

    IHOP is just one of the many things that bring you and Brian to mind — even though I don’t know if either of you actually eat pancakes… Anyway, since it’s meant to benefit such a worthwhile charity, I hope you don’t mind this little heads-up about Pancake Day in your comment box. 8)

  3. Hello? Anybody there???

  4. First, Happy Totally Belated Birthday. How did I miss this? Hrm…. Second, I thought I was a slacker! You win! Now come back and let us know all is well. ๐Ÿ™‚

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