Recently, I read a 'Dear Abby' type of article. A woman was upset and seeking advice over a dilemma she had. A friend had been at their house helping her husband do some landscaping. When they were done and came into the house, the friend proceeded to wash up at the kitchen sink. The woman was horrified to think someone would wash himself at the kitchen sink where food is prepared--and the columnist was, too. I was dumbfounded--this was something that never occurred to me as being horrifying.
The house I grew up in was an old farmhouse that had been moved into town from the farm. It only had a tiny bathroom on the second floor--and the sink didn't work the entire time I lived there. We had to use the bathtub to wash after using the toilet--or go downstairs and use the kitchen sink. I grew up using the kitchen sink to brush my teeth and The Father ALWAYS washed up there when coming in from an outside job. Actually, I don't know how much difference it would have made if the bathroom would have been fully functional. Both The Mother and Father used outhouses at some point in their lives, so the only sink they ever had that was usable WAS the kitchen one. (The sauna was for bathing.) When The Parents married and rented a house, it only had an outhouse and a water pump in the kitchen. They have lived very rustically at different times of their lives. Growing up, the kitchen sink was regularly scrubbed and it DEFINITELY was scrubbed before any food was put into it, so there was no chance of contamination. To this day, I don't see a problem with using the kitchen sink for other than dishes and food.
My question is this: Do I have a wrong way of looking at this entire situation? Do you--or have you ever--used your kitchen sink for anything that was not related to food in any way? I'm terribly curious about this.
Customer: “Hi, I’m looking for a pet for my daughter. I think she’d like one of those furry things. You know, a pikachu?”
Me: *pause* “A pikachu?”
Customer: “Yeah, you know. It looks like a hamster and a rabbit put together.”
Me: “Do you mean a chinchilla?”
Customer: “Yeah! That’s it!”
And then there are those who aren't using their brain cells at all:
(When taking a call from a customer who has a trash pickup problem I usually pull up an aerial picture to see what the property configuration is.)
Me: “How may I help you sir?”
Caller: “I think the garbage truck ran over my cement pad and broke the corner.”
Me: “You mean the small pad on the north side of the driveway?”
Caller: *long pause* “Do you memorize everyone’s property?”
Me: “No, I pulled up your property on my computer and I’m looking at a picture of your front yard.”
Caller: “Wow! That’s really amazing! Wait, wait, give me a second!”
(The customer drops the phone and I can hear him calling someone as he leaves the room. About one minute later he gets back on the phone and is slightly out of breath.)
Caller: “Can you see her now?”
Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t understand?”
Caller: “My wife, my wife, she’s out on the front lawn in the white bathrobe and curlers. I can see her waving up at you!”
And we can only hope this teenage girl actually gets smarter with age:
This takes place in New Zealand.
(A teenage girl enters the library.)
Me: “Hi, do you need help?”
Customer: “Oh, yeah, I’m looking for a book.”
Me: “Okay, are you a member of this library or any other Wellington library?”
Customer: “Oh, no, I’m here with my Mother for the US summer cause I live with Dad in Florida.”
Me: “Okay, we can sign you up to the library for free and issue you a card, the card will cost two dollars.”
Me: “So, what book were you looking for?”
Customer: “Twilight. Have you heard of it? Most people in America have read it, but I’m not sure if it’s here.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, it was quite big for a while. My sister loved it.”
Customer: “Yeah, it’s my second favorite book ever, after Eclipse.”
Me: “Oh, did you leave your copy in America?”
Customer: “No, I just wanted a copy from here because everyone here has really funny accents and I wanted to know how that would change the story.”
All of these are from Not Always Right.