I’ve had an 11:00 meeting on my calendar at work for almost a week. I wasn’t too excited about it, because I didn’t think I really needed to be there. It’s not a project that I’ll be involved in. But, I’m a team player, so I went anyways.
About 5 minutes into this meeting, we heard the door open. A very nattily attired woman - a “bag lady”, if you will. She was asking my co-worker, Jenni, if she could use the phone to call someone to take her back to the hospital. Jenni sort of froze up, and gave me a look like “I don’t know what to do”. Our visitor started moving around the reception area, and made her way behind the desk. At that point, I walked over and started motioning her towards the door. She wouldn’t budge, so I raised my voice, and then she called me “mean”.
As I held the door open and was yelling at her to get out, she ran around the corner into the conference room. I turned to Jenni and said, “She’s freaking me out”. The the “bag lady” said something along the lines of “come here, Bryan…” and I knew something was up.
She then went to the whiteboard, and started rattling off whatever info she knew about me - today was my birthday, I’m 33, I graduated from Bay View High School in 1989, I was on the swim team, etc… Then she went out to the hall and brought in a large bouquet of helium balloons, and announced that this was all courtesy of my good friend, Chuck.
Next, she did a little dance, and sat in my lap while my other co-worker, Chris, took pictures. At one point she rubbed my head into her bosom.
After she left, I found out that both Chris and Jenni were in on it. Chris scheduled the meeting just to get me in that room at 11:00, and Jenni also knew about it. Apparently, they were both expecting some sort of police officer. I got the woman’s card as she left - she’s from Fantasy Dance-A-Gram
Thanks a lot Chuck. You’ll get yours… When you least expect it, you’ll get yours.
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