A child lost his bag at school, and his mother, who I will refer as Bag Lady, was quite upset about it. We took her name and number, and told her that if it turned up while the cleaners were doing their rounds after school, we would give her a call. Thankfully, a rucksack matching the description (complete with child's name on it) was handed in. I had the joy of calling her.
Me: I am just calling to let you know we have found your sons bag.
BL: You HAVEN'T found it?
Me: No, we have.
BL: You haven't found it. That is really awful.
Me: No, ma'a-
BL: I mean that really is ridiculous. How could it not have shown up? It's not like it's something small or anything, and it has his name on it!
Me: Ma'am, we have-
BL: It must have been stolen, that's even worse! Right before Christmas!
Me: Ma'am...
BL: What kind of person would steal a child's bag just before Christmas! A disgusting, horrible person!
Me: Ma'am, we have-
BL: I mean, it is absolutely ridiculous, blah blah blah blah...
She went on and on, blabbering on about all the evil people in the world, how children who steal bags are going to grow up to be axe murderers, blah, blah, blah. At the end of each sentence, I dropped in a "Ma'am" only to be interrupted again!
Me: MA'AM!
BL: Yes?
Me: I HAVE the bag. The bag is right next to me. I am currently HOLDING the bag. The bag is fine. The bag is here. And the bag is not going anywhere.
BL: Oh...so you have the bag?
Me: Yes!
BL: Oh. *cheerfully* OK then! I will collect it in the morning! *click*
I buried my face into my hands.
Me: I am just calling to let you know we have found your sons bag.
BL: You HAVEN'T found it?
Me: No, we have.
BL: You haven't found it. That is really awful.
Me: No, ma'a-
BL: I mean that really is ridiculous. How could it not have shown up? It's not like it's something small or anything, and it has his name on it!
Me: Ma'am, we have-
BL: It must have been stolen, that's even worse! Right before Christmas!
Me: Ma'am...
BL: What kind of person would steal a child's bag just before Christmas! A disgusting, horrible person!
Me: Ma'am, we have-
BL: I mean, it is absolutely ridiculous, blah blah blah blah...
She went on and on, blabbering on about all the evil people in the world, how children who steal bags are going to grow up to be axe murderers, blah, blah, blah. At the end of each sentence, I dropped in a "Ma'am" only to be interrupted again!
Me: MA'AM!
BL: Yes?
Me: I HAVE the bag. The bag is right next to me. I am currently HOLDING the bag. The bag is fine. The bag is here. And the bag is not going anywhere.
BL: Oh...so you have the bag?
Me: Yes!
BL: Oh. *cheerfully* OK then! I will collect it in the morning! *click*
I buried my face into my hands.
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