Saturday, June 28, 2008

Little Brown Jug

After waiting over a week to receive 4 bottles of a reagent at work (delivery usually takes 3 days, max) I called the supplier to find out when I could expect delivery. I gave the nice woman the company phone number and street address. The conversations, both with her and my coworkers, that ensued were disturbing and amusing:


Customer Service Lady: Oh, are you in Georgia.

Me: Ummm, no. Wisconsin.

CSL: Oh (very long pause) let's see here. Can you give me your address again.

I told her again.

CSL: It looks like the distributor may have sent it to the wrong address. We'll send out a replacement order right away.

Me: Thank you very much.


At this point I hang up and tell Tim and Luke (my coworkers) about what happened.

Tim: They sent it to GEORGIA?!

Me: Sure did (laughing)

Luke: Perc in GAA - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perchloric_acid - , that's great. I hope some redneck gets a surprise delivery.

Tim: (in a Southern drawl) Hey maw, lookee here what da dee-livery truck just droppeded off.

Me: You know those idiots are going to think it's moonshine or something.

Luke: Oh, it even comes in a brown jug. They are going to think the scull and crossbones means it must be the good shit.

Me: (still laughing) Man, you know if there's a news report about a community in Georgia being in a cult and killing themselves by drinking acid, I might have to feel a little bad about this conversation.

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