Bob Lind, Published April 29 2012
Lind: Giving directions from nowhere
He didn’t give his name. All he said about himself was that he’d lived at the same address in this region for 45 years.
The deal was this: He wanted the gas company to turn on the gas for his swimming pool’s heater. So he called the company.
“After my fingers got numb going through the menu,” he said, “I finally got a live person.”
He told her what he wanted, which led, he said, to this conversation:
The company representative: “How do we get to your place?”
He: “You have my address.”
She: “But we might have a new driver.”
He: “Where will he be coming from?
She: “I have no idea.”
He: “How can I tell him how to get here if I don’t know where he’s coming from: north, south, east, west, wherever?”
She: “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know.”
Well, the man told Neighbors, “We went ’round and ’round. The address just didn’t do it for her. So I finally hung up.
“I just had to tell someone,” the frustrated guy said, “So I called you.”
Neighbors never did learn the caller’s name. Or if he ever got the gas turned on.
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