Friday, October 02, 2015
Take a number!
Bureau, Blonde, Crab
“Well here I am again!” Blonde-Bubbly and seventeen and
vibrating cylindrical curls. She was sure Mr Telmark
could help her THIS time. She was exHAUSTED!
He told her he’d be taking a chance, that one of the
other offices she had visited should have hit her
document with the desired stamp.
But...she was so so charming. Even the acrid waitees
clutching their numbers smiled.
So, he stamped hugely, to her dimpled applause.
Then, same problem with a one not charming:
gruff red-faced bulldog. “You sent me on a
merry-go-round of lazy officials. Now here I
am back here, and I’ll get that damn stamp
if I...!”
Telmark couldn’t take responsibility! Not without
clearing it with a superior office. The phone
conversation had to do with DD-20.
An overarching program.
Once the bristling man paid twenty in cash, the rubber
stamp followed loudly. He was satisfied.
As was the office, DD standing for Dunkin Donuts.
To which Kristy and Dodds soon dispatched.
Labels: bureaucracy, Dunkin Donuts, gruff client, pretty woman, rubber stamp, waiting in line.bureaucracy
Friday, July 26, 2013
How To Wait
The Women, One Man
-How long have you been waiting?
-Waiting?
-She's dementia-d since she got here.
I arrived right after. Coming up to a year.
-That's intolerable! I'm from Inspector
General.
-So was the last guy, last year.
-Why is it all women here?
-The men don't hafta wait. New rule.
-Well, we'll see about that!
-We're always seeing about things.
-You're emphatically correct!
-And nothing gets done.
-All we can do is submit our reports.
-They're worse than nothing.
-Patience, Miss_____?
-Mrs. I got married here. It was August and
the A/C quit.
-Can your husband help? Email the officials
in charge?
-Being male he got some heft, but they
took him after the wedding for the war.
-Which war?
-What's the difference?
-Is there anything you personally want me
to put in my report?
-Let people get married here without
snatching away the groom!
-I was going to do that.
-And make for faster funerals. One or two
dies a day. And they take up a place in line.
-I'll make a note.
-And stink! Well the A/C's permanently gone
of course.
-Not worth fixing the old style.
-I'd give up my citizenship now if that humungous
TV up there didn't tell me how wonderful it was.
Labels: citizen, Inspector General, waiting in line.bureaucracy
