I kinda thought I left the crazies behind when I quit my restaurant life.
I was, oh so very wrong.
Charlie had called the office a few times to speak to
Ms. Type A. He works for a mortgage loan non-profit??
I don't get it. Naturally, I told him she was busy each time, and sent him to her voicemail.
"Wow, she's a really busy woman, isn't is?"
Um ya.
Apparently, she called him back and told him we would provide some materials about volunteering for his company. I would make big bets he works on commission .
Shortly after she made contact with him, Charlie called five more times in one day to schedule a meeting with Ms. Type A.
Oh boy. Take a hint!
Imagine my surprise when I'm eating lunch at my desk, and
Charlie walks into the office unannounced.
I nearly spit out my salad! I gave him the materials we'd promised, and he was very nice....but VERY enthusiastic. It was creepy. He asked if Ms. Type A was available for a sit-down. Shocker.
No I'm sorry. She's on a phone call.
He accepted the answer and started to leave, but then.....
...he reached onto my desk, grabbed my letter opener and one of the envelopes I'd placed in our outgoing mailbox...
"How do these things actually work?"
Ummm...they're pretty easy. You just slide it underneath.
"Like this??"
Yes, but could you not open that?....It's to be mailed.
Note to self: Keep letter opener away from visitors.