Shady-looking guy came into the office yesterday, and a conversation approximate to the following happened:
Guy: "Yeah, is the manager in?"
Me: "May I ask what this is regarding?"
Guy: "Uh...it's kind of personal."
*Red flag* *Boss Lady was in the back office during this whole exchange, and could overhear most of it*
Me: "May I ask who's seeking her?"
Guy: "Uh...my friend just said to come see the manager at [my motel] and he'd help me out."
Me: "Well, 'he' is actually a 'she' for one."
Guy: "Or she'd help me. My friend just said to come see the manager."
Me: "What's your friend's name?"
Guy: "Uh...he's kinda tall? And he's with this girl with short hair? I dunno his name, but he said the manager could help. I have this food thing and I really need the money."
Me: "....let me just call her and see if I can track her down." *actually thinking "you shall not pass"*
Me: *calls an empty storage room, where surprisingly the phone answers itself after two rings. I can hear people walking by outside the room in the background. That's a talented phone.*
Me: "I'm sorry, she's not answering. Can I take a message?"
Guy: "Look, uh, I don't know how to say this..." *leans over my counter and produces an EBT card* *whispering* "...but I wanted to try and sell her my food stamps and I heard she could help me out."
Me: "Yeah...listen, I know her well enough to know she wouldn't do that. Sorry."
Guy: "Oh....okay." *starts to leave* "Hey, do you guys accept pets?"
Me: "Yeah."
Guy: "Okay. Thanks." *quickly leaves*
I went into the back office.
Me: "Um...Boss Lady? You aren't running some sort of black market food stamps scam I should know about, are you?"
BL: "What? Is that what that guy wanted?"
Me: "His anonymous friend apparently tipped him off that you'd buy his food stamps off him."
BL: "Oh my God. Seriously?"
Me:
Just when you think you've seen it all...
Guy: "Yeah, is the manager in?"
Me: "May I ask what this is regarding?"
Guy: "Uh...it's kind of personal."
*Red flag* *Boss Lady was in the back office during this whole exchange, and could overhear most of it*
Me: "May I ask who's seeking her?"
Guy: "Uh...my friend just said to come see the manager at [my motel] and he'd help me out."
Me: "Well, 'he' is actually a 'she' for one."
Guy: "Or she'd help me. My friend just said to come see the manager."
Me: "What's your friend's name?"
Guy: "Uh...he's kinda tall? And he's with this girl with short hair? I dunno his name, but he said the manager could help. I have this food thing and I really need the money."
Me: "....let me just call her and see if I can track her down." *actually thinking "you shall not pass"*
Me: *calls an empty storage room, where surprisingly the phone answers itself after two rings. I can hear people walking by outside the room in the background. That's a talented phone.*
Me: "I'm sorry, she's not answering. Can I take a message?"
Guy: "Look, uh, I don't know how to say this..." *leans over my counter and produces an EBT card* *whispering* "...but I wanted to try and sell her my food stamps and I heard she could help me out."
Me: "Yeah...listen, I know her well enough to know she wouldn't do that. Sorry."
Guy: "Oh....okay." *starts to leave* "Hey, do you guys accept pets?"
Me: "Yeah."
Guy: "Okay. Thanks." *quickly leaves*
I went into the back office.
Me: "Um...Boss Lady? You aren't running some sort of black market food stamps scam I should know about, are you?"
BL: "What? Is that what that guy wanted?"
Me: "His anonymous friend apparently tipped him off that you'd buy his food stamps off him."
BL: "Oh my God. Seriously?"
Me:

Just when you think you've seen it all...
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