Today was possibly the busiest day I’ve ever seen at our office. At some point, it was standing room only with a line-up that went all the way down the stairs from the 2nd floor to the sidewalk and down the street.

In the midst of all this, someone found a cell phone on the counter and brought it to me. I immediately put a post-it note on it to say it was found on this date, this time at this particular location and put it away until I had a few minutes to bring it to the supervisor’s office for when someone would claim it.

Dring!
Dring!
Driiiiiiiiing!

Yep, that was the cell phone ringing (just add some disco beat to it and you’ll know how tacky the whole thing was. No iPhone for sure!). Of course I had to answer it:

Me: Court Services
Cell Phone Dope Head: Court Services? I’m calling my phone, right?
Me: I assume you are.
Cell Phone Dope Head: So where did I leave it:
Me: Court Services, 2nd floor
Cell Phone Dope Head: Hurghhh… So what now? Can you Purolator it to me?
Me: I can try to see if the Mayor will hand deliver it… Of course not. We don’t Purolator phones. It will be in the Supervisor’s office at this location until someone comes and claim it.
Cell Phone Dope Head: (silence)
Me: Ok then. Have a good day
Cell Phone Dope Head: Do I have to come back today? Will you keep it until tomorrow?
Me: We can keep it until next year, not an issue. Just ask for it when you come by at the Information Desk, they’ll direct you.
Cell Phone Dope Head: Ok. I’ll try to come tomorrow.
Me: Click.

Seriously… she was in that waiting room today for at least one hour, she knows how stupidly busy it was, don’t waste my time with your guilt. By the way, if you lose your cell phone, be happy that someone did not use it to call Japan or Australia to call some foreign psychic’s hot line. Say thank you for keeping it safe and come and get it at your earliest convenience. End of story, goodnight!

I said goodnight!

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