For those not in the know, I work in a hospital gift shop. We are privately owned, and offer a wide variety of gifts which can be carried away via plastic sack, or delivered during our short window of delivery hours (1:30 PM - 2:30 PM).
I received a call about 20 minutes ago from a "gentleman." This is how is went as best as I can remember.
G = "Gentleman"
M = Ever so cheerful, yet bored, gift shop employee (Me!)
M: Gift shop, this is FenigDurak, how can I help you?
G: I'd like to place an order.
M: Sure! I want to let you know though, that while I can take the order right now, it will not be delivered until 1:30 tomorrow afternoon.
G: That's fine.
M: Great! Who is the recipient?
G: Howard Johnson
M: -=scribbling=- Alright, and your name?
G: Jonathan
M: Last name as it appears on the payment card?
G: Long
M: Thank you. What would you like to send today?
G: Daisies.
M: Do you know which room Mr. Johnson is in? -=I only ask because if they are in the ICU, I can't send flowers=-
G: 238
M: -=slight red flag, but I still peer inside flower cooler=- I have a modest arrangement with yellow daisies and spotted lilies for $24.95.
G: I'll take that one.
M: Ok. What would you like to say on the enclosure card?
G: Here's hoping that you're pushing these up soon.
M: -=writing all this down, struggling not to balk at what this guy just said so blithely=- Alright, and how would you like that signed?
G: -=his voice a little different and very familiar=- You're not really going to send this, are you?
M: If it's paid for, of course!
G: FenigDurak, you know it's Boyfriend* right?
M: -=faking it the whole way=- Sure do!
Yeah, you read that right. My darling boyfriend called me at work, disguised his voice a little (and well) to "order flowers" for a National Hotel Chain. And I didn't even know he was dying!
*Name changed to protect the not-so-innocent
I received a call about 20 minutes ago from a "gentleman." This is how is went as best as I can remember.
G = "Gentleman"
M = Ever so cheerful, yet bored, gift shop employee (Me!)
M: Gift shop, this is FenigDurak, how can I help you?
G: I'd like to place an order.
M: Sure! I want to let you know though, that while I can take the order right now, it will not be delivered until 1:30 tomorrow afternoon.
G: That's fine.
M: Great! Who is the recipient?
G: Howard Johnson
M: -=scribbling=- Alright, and your name?
G: Jonathan
M: Last name as it appears on the payment card?
G: Long
M: Thank you. What would you like to send today?
G: Daisies.
M: Do you know which room Mr. Johnson is in? -=I only ask because if they are in the ICU, I can't send flowers=-
G: 238
M: -=slight red flag, but I still peer inside flower cooler=- I have a modest arrangement with yellow daisies and spotted lilies for $24.95.
G: I'll take that one.
M: Ok. What would you like to say on the enclosure card?
G: Here's hoping that you're pushing these up soon.
M: -=writing all this down, struggling not to balk at what this guy just said so blithely=- Alright, and how would you like that signed?
G: -=his voice a little different and very familiar=- You're not really going to send this, are you?
M: If it's paid for, of course!
G: FenigDurak, you know it's Boyfriend* right?
M: -=faking it the whole way=- Sure do!
Yeah, you read that right. My darling boyfriend called me at work, disguised his voice a little (and well) to "order flowers" for a National Hotel Chain. And I didn't even know he was dying!
*Name changed to protect the not-so-innocent
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