mary's story

Unexaggerated Telephone Conversation of 30 Seconds Ago

This happened to my friend Mary. I liked the story so much that I am sharing it.
Props to Mary for being hilarious and having a hilarious story.
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Me: My place of employment: may I help you?
He: Are you an art exhibit?
Me: Umm. Well, the museum *has* art exhibits. Yes.
He: Do y'all have information about y'alls?
Me: Are you asking for exhibit information? Yes, we have that.
He: But the artwork! Do you information about the artwork!!!!
Me: Well, they're labeled and I'd be happy to help you if you want to come in.
He: I'm in town right now. I'm coming over right now!
Me: Actually, only our administrative offices are open today. The galleries are closed until tomorrow.
He: But I have to write a paper! It's due tomorrow! I need help NOW! I went to the Kimball Museum [in Fort Worth] yesterday, but they didn't have what I wanted. What else is in East Texas?! I need to go today!!!!
Me: Well, what is it that you're looking for specifically?
He: Artwork! I am looking for artwork with information about itself!
Me: The Kimball didn't have labeled art work?
He: I need to write my paper!!!
Me: Well, you can try the Tyler Museum of Art, but I don't know their hours.
He: Well are they open?
Me: I don't know. You'd have to call them.
He: I've got to write this paper!!!
Me: Okay, well, good luck!
[line goes dead]

First of all, if the Kimball wasn't able to scratch this fella's itch, there was no way in hell we were going to. But, I'm almost disappointed that he didn't come in today just because--what is he expecting out of a museum? Maybe we're missing our audience. Also, I am terribly interested in his question of "do you have information about y'alls"? This might be the question of the ages.

Also, I don't know who gave this assignment, but I have enjoyed his or her students IMMENSELY. I have met about five of them and they have been entertaining to the Nth. Of course, I can easily classify them as the laziest students on the planet. They each have basically asked me to do their work for them, but maybe that is why I find them so charming. So ridiculous. If I wouldn't feel myself falling into the wonky land of self-parody, I might actually get one of those mugs that says something like "How is your procrastination my problem?" Only if Tweety Bird or Dilbert were involved though.

And another phone call just now while I wrote this asked if I'd ever heard of artist "Buckshot Ferguson."

No day is the same here. Ever.

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