The Cullens Got Bored Playing High-Schoolers
This story reminded me of my own story about doing taxes for phlebotomists. The front-of-office is separated from the back-of-office by a wall and a door.
I’m working on a client’s taxes, and I ask what he does for a living.
Client #1: “I’m a phlebotomist.”
The next client gives the same answer.
The next client gives the SAME ANSWER AGAIN.
The next client…
Me: “Are you a phlebotomist perchance?”
Client #4: “Yup.”
Me: “Is there a reason I’ve had four phlebotomists one right after another?”
Client #4: “We all came together. We’re friends.”
Me: “You all work in different hospitals, though?”
Client #4: “So?”
Me: “…Huh.”
Enlightenment dawned.
I followed my last client out to the front of the office and saw him and the other phlebotomists having Mountain Dew Code Red together in our lobby, sharing around the front desk area pieces of a large cake with a vampire bat in an “accounting outfit” that said “Blood Taxes”. I took a piece of cake back with me to the back to eat and told my coworkers to go see if they could get some, too.
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