Eight years ago
Here I am, eating mac n cheese with Sriracha, when I suddenly remember who introduced me to this spicy snack.
About eight years ago, I worked for AT&T as a customer service rep. You know, the person you call and bitch to when you don't like something on your long-distance bill. Anywho... one of the people in my orientation class was a fellow named John King. John was maybe seven or eight years older than me, and was as black as I am white. We became friends, and together with about three other people became the clique of People Who Were Not Freaks At AT&T. We were good enough friends that he and his woman would give me rides home, thus sparing me from the oddities that ride on PAT Transit.
I digress... as I said, we hung out together, and one day he had to go to Heinz's headquarters to sign his nine-year-old daughter up for some sort of day camp. He asked me if I'd want to go along, and I said yes.
We get there, and walk up to the receptionist. He tells her, "I'm here to sign my daughter up for the day camp." The receptionist looks at him, looks at me, and says...
"Is this your daughter?"
I look at him. He looks at me. We both suppress laughter as he bites his lip and simply says, "Um, no."
He gets his kid signed up, we beat a hasty retreat, and as soon as we're (hopefully) out of earshot, we both start laughing hysterically. I called him "Daddy" for the rest of the week. ;)
Someday I'll tell all y'all about another person at AT&T whom I will simply call the Llama Lady. But that's for another day.
About eight years ago, I worked for AT&T as a customer service rep. You know, the person you call and bitch to when you don't like something on your long-distance bill. Anywho... one of the people in my orientation class was a fellow named John King. John was maybe seven or eight years older than me, and was as black as I am white. We became friends, and together with about three other people became the clique of People Who Were Not Freaks At AT&T. We were good enough friends that he and his woman would give me rides home, thus sparing me from the oddities that ride on PAT Transit.
I digress... as I said, we hung out together, and one day he had to go to Heinz's headquarters to sign his nine-year-old daughter up for some sort of day camp. He asked me if I'd want to go along, and I said yes.
We get there, and walk up to the receptionist. He tells her, "I'm here to sign my daughter up for the day camp." The receptionist looks at him, looks at me, and says...
"Is this your daughter?"
I look at him. He looks at me. We both suppress laughter as he bites his lip and simply says, "Um, no."
He gets his kid signed up, we beat a hasty retreat, and as soon as we're (hopefully) out of earshot, we both start laughing hysterically. I called him "Daddy" for the rest of the week. ;)
Someday I'll tell all y'all about another person at AT&T whom I will simply call the Llama Lady. But that's for another day.