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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Leave the Pipe Bomb at Home

Yesterday morning at around 11:30, a man got off the elevator and walked into our lobby. Wearing stonewashed jeans, a gray button-up cotton shirt and a heavy coat, he stepped up to our receptionist, who was peering at him from behind her iMac. Numerous examples of my agency’s advertising were pasted on rusted metal plates behind her. Alternative music played on the speakers.

“Is this the place that women have abortions at?” the man asked.

Our receptionist — a blonde-haired, 25-year-old girl with sharp wits — looked at him speechless.

“Um. No.”

“Okay,” he said, and walked out.

Freak.

Posted by Aaron on January 31, 2006 1:50 PM

Comments:

Um. Hahahahahaha. People are so weird. He was probably looking for his daughter/father of his baby.

Steven
January 31, 2006 3:04 PM

Do you have a good sketch artist on staff just in case? Cause when the wackos start their wackyness the evidence wil be necessary.

Karl
January 31, 2006 8:40 PM

Dude, that's just wierd. Sounds like something out of a bad sci-fi movie where the man from the future is dressed right but can't make anything sensible come out of his mouth in 21st century English.

John
February 1, 2006 8:59 AM

He might have been shopping for stem cells.

Andy
February 1, 2006 11:18 PM