Hmm..what about the time when I fell into a lake? So, basically, a friend of mine decided that we should have an outing, so we went canoeing. We moved and strapped the canoes onto the car and drove there. One of her canoes was nicknamed the orange bathtub just for fun because it was round and tubby, and so I got to use that one. We had wanted to row towards the center of the lake, so we started going that way. Then I must have rowed with a little too much force, because the boat suddenly ended up sideways, and I fell out of it. Luckily, my friend had had the insight to make us wear flotation vests. The whole boat was flooded. She had to tow me and the boat back to the shore, because I was laughing too hard to actually do much. Afterwards, the boat was officially named the bathtub after my having taken a dunk in it, and they joked about me being so hydrophillic.
I used to work the intake desk at an animal shelter, receiving surrendered pets from the public. Each day, when we opened, there was a full slate of people waiting, as we received by appointment only. This particular day was no different, three people standing at the desk, pets in tow, being waited on by me and two co-workers.
We only accepted cats and dogs.
Working with the public teaches you to expect the unexpected.
And so, in he came.
A large man, white t-shirt, long gray hair, long gray beard, with an obvious heart of gold, and an obvious misconception of our policies.
In his HEAVILY gloved hands (welders gloves, reaching halfway to his elbows and thick enough to deflect an asteroid), he was holding the angriest, loudest, most unbelievably freaked out squirrel I’ve seen. It was making a noise I do not wish to ever hear again.
The scene was one of disbelief, as everyone in the lobby simply froze in a tableau of incomprehension, then reaction. Scrambling to retrieve endangered pets and children, people cleared the front desk area in record time. The man’s eyes were becoming frenzied as he relayed something about “finding this thing in my truck!” The squirrel relayed “I’m probably rabid and don’t want to be doing this!!”
Someone shrieked. I, the furthest thing from an authority figure, became one. And it happened right goddamned now. “OUTSIDE, NOW! ” I screamed, as I guided the kind hearted gentleman out the front door and explained that we cannot help him. So he let go of the squirrel, and it did what it should have done, it ran far and fast. A brief conversation ensued, in which our admission policy was explained.
Returning to the front desk with a pulse hovering around 200, one of my co-workers summed up the situation adequately – “What was THAT about?” Just another day in customer service.
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Hmm..what about the time when I fell into a lake? So, basically, a friend of mine decided that we should have an outing, so we went canoeing. We moved and strapped the canoes onto the car and drove there. One of her canoes was nicknamed the orange bathtub just for fun because it was round and tubby, and so I got to use that one. We had wanted to row towards the center of the lake, so we started going that way. Then I must have rowed with a little too much force, because the boat suddenly ended up sideways, and I fell out of it. Luckily, my friend had had the insight to make us wear flotation vests. The whole boat was flooded. She had to tow me and the boat back to the shore, because I was laughing too hard to actually do much. Afterwards, the boat was officially named the bathtub after my having taken a dunk in it, and they joked about me being so hydrophillic.
I used to work the intake desk at an animal shelter, receiving surrendered pets from the public. Each day, when we opened, there was a full slate of people waiting, as we received by appointment only. This particular day was no different, three people standing at the desk, pets in tow, being waited on by me and two co-workers.
We only accepted cats and dogs.
Working with the public teaches you to expect the unexpected.
And so, in he came.
A large man, white t-shirt, long gray hair, long gray beard, with an obvious heart of gold, and an obvious misconception of our policies.
In his HEAVILY gloved hands (welders gloves, reaching halfway to his elbows and thick enough to deflect an asteroid), he was holding the angriest, loudest, most unbelievably freaked out squirrel I’ve seen. It was making a noise I do not wish to ever hear again.
The scene was one of disbelief, as everyone in the lobby simply froze in a tableau of incomprehension, then reaction. Scrambling to retrieve endangered pets and children, people cleared the front desk area in record time. The man’s eyes were becoming frenzied as he relayed something about “finding this thing in my truck!” The squirrel relayed “I’m probably rabid and don’t want to be doing this!!”
Someone shrieked. I, the furthest thing from an authority figure, became one. And it happened right goddamned now. “OUTSIDE, NOW! ” I screamed, as I guided the kind hearted gentleman out the front door and explained that we cannot help him. So he let go of the squirrel, and it did what it should have done, it ran far and fast. A brief conversation ensued, in which our admission policy was explained.
Returning to the front desk with a pulse hovering around 200, one of my co-workers summed up the situation adequately – “What was THAT about?” Just another day in customer service.