There's this woman at The Sporting Company - she doesn't work in my department. Every once in a while she comes into the office I share with my cow-orker and asks for stuff. It's really odd.
She doesn't start a conversation and slide her request in, or anything like that. She will walk in, interrupting whatever conversations we might be having (unless it looks like someone important in a business suit). She'll ask, "Do you have a loonie?" Uhhh, no, and if I did, you wouldn't get it because there is never any reciprocation. "Got any gum?" She bums cigs off my smoking office mate. She'll clean out any communal candy/doughnuts/cookies by our coffee machine, despite having their own in her department. We suffered from ridiculous levels of toilet paper theft until recently and I think I know where to point the finger.
The requests get weirder. The other day I'm working away on my computer, my cow-orker is listening to her voice mail and this lady walks into our office and says, "Do either of you have a hockey puck?" My cow-orker is so astonished she hangs up the phone to hear the rest of this conversation. I look around my office.
"No, we don't have a hockey puck. Why do you ask?" I say.
"I need one for my gas tank," she says. Cow-orker and I look at each other.
Before either one of us could think of a reply, she went down the hall after the shipper who'd just passed by. "Got a hockey puck?"
I'm thinking she must have lost her gas cap? That's the only reasonable explanation I could formulate. But why would she come and ask a couple of women working in an office if they had a hockey puck? I mean, yeah, I'm a buyer for a sporting company but my desk isn't stuffed with hockey pucks, lacrosse sticks and swimming caps.
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