Dick Johnson needs to be let in
There is a little speaker that lives on the wall next to where my desk is at my day job. It is the ass end of a system whose head is at the front door. This allows people who want to come inside to talk to me without me having to go see who they are.They press a little button outside and the ass end on my wall goes BOOP and then people can talk to me.
It booped this morning.
"Yes?" I said at it.
"Hi this is Dick Johnson. I'm a contractor. My card isn't working."
I waited a few seconds.
"Who is it?" I said.
He was very polite. "Dick Johnson, I'm a contractor. My card's not working."
I paused a few more seconds.
"Hello?" I said.
He sounded a little more exasperated, but he held it together. "Yeah, Hi this is Dick Johnson. I'm a contractor. Just trying to get in."
I paused for effect, stifling a giggle.
"Hello?" I said.
He was a little more peeved now. "DICK JOHNSON." he insisted. "CONTRACTOR"
I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Hahaha, just having some fun with ya man, hang on I'll be right over."
I went to go let him in.
I love shit like that.
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