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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Come On, Man. It’s Called Voice Mail!

Phone rings.

Me: US Marshals Service

He: Ah! Thank God I got a person. It’s so hard to get to a person in your district.

Me: *on alert that this dude doesn’t really want to talk to me, but anybody* How can I help you?

He: *identifies district from which he is calling* I’m calling about a warrant out of our district ... yadda, yadda, yadda *he proceeds with information that I can’t do anything about because he needs to really be talking to the warrants section*

Me: You need to talk to our warrants clerk. She works later hours, but should be in soon. You can leave her a voice mail and she’ll take care of it.

He: *heavy, annoyed sigh* Is that *name withheld*?

Me: Yes, she works later hours now.

He: *another heavy, annoyed sigh* I’ll email her. Thanks. *click*

Why didn’t he email her in the first place? Gah!

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