Calling the receptionist


Sometimes, Jan picks me up from work when we have made plans together for the evening. This was one of those times, and around noon we made plans on the phone that Jan would pick me up sometime around 16:30, plus/minus half an hour. This is when the front desk of the company closes, so as the time neared, I thought to call Connie, the receptionist, to tell her that Jan would probably be in soon. I thought it would be a good idea to prepare her for the imminent double vision. I called the reception desk, and I heard her pick up. Her phone shows that it was me calling her but she didn’t speak. Strange. “Hello? Connie?” I could hear she was there but she still didn’t speak. This was odd. I hung up and walked out to the reception area. I saw Connie frozen, still on the phone (with me) and looking at Jan who was was smiling and waving outside the (still closed) glass door, waiting for Connie to push the button that opens it. Apparently I had called her just when Jan rang the bell, and her mind had imploded because of the impossibility. I opened the door for Jan and we both walked over to Connie to introduce him. “Flabbergasted” is probably the most appropriate word here.

She couldn’t grasp how I could be calling her from my desk while at the same time ringing the doorbell from outside the office. Seeing us both, she commented that we were mean and that we had planned this, even though we hadn’t. On the phone we had planned somewhere within half an hour, but not to the exact second!

The next day, the office assistant sternly told me off for being so mean, and I could not convince her that we didn’t plan to trick her with such amazing timing. Still, she never forgave me… but these things just happen.