The office I work in is located above an X-ray and Imaging centre, and a Doctor's practice. Because the local Council won't allow large or numerous signs on new buildings, it isn't uncommon for people to get lost and end up at our door. Annie, our secretary, usually redirects them to the right office.
Yesterday, she walked past my desk. 'There was a man at the door who wanted to give blood. I said to him this was the wrong office. He said the sign downstairs was pointing up at our office, so this must be the right place. He wouldn't leave. I think he must have thought I didn't understand what kind of office I worked in."
Yesterday, she walked past my desk. 'There was a man at the door who wanted to give blood. I said to him this was the wrong office. He said the sign downstairs was pointing up at our office, so this must be the right place. He wouldn't leave. I think he must have thought I didn't understand what kind of office I worked in."
"Well, we can take his blood if he really wants us to," I replied.
"Ask him to sit down and say someone will come out shortly. And let's leave him there for hours," added a colleague, smiling.
"You're missing a new opportunity, Annie. Ask him which vein he wants the blood taken from and then prick him with a large compass divider or something," suggested another workmate.
Lucky we don't treat our own clients like that!
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Bless you for that!