Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The Food's Not That Bad

Outside the Subway restaurant, on Broadway, just south of West Sheridan.

Young man stops right outside the door. Gets on knees. Begins to pray.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Concierges: Living In Their Own World

I took a call this morning at the box office from a hotel concierge, around 9.30 am.

"What time," she asked, "are your phones turned on?"

"9 am," I replied.

She laughed her little concierge laugh. "I'm sorry, I though they were turned on at 10."

I wanted to ask why she had called if she thought no one would answer the phone.

No, actually, I wanted to ask why she had wasted valuable time that I could have spent making fun of a fellow box office employee, the muscular Barbra- and Madonna-loving bartender I chatted with the night before, or whatever member of management was out of the room at the moment; time that I had to waste talking to a woman who had dialed a call with no expectation of talking to anyone.

Guess What? I'm Not From Around Here

Box office, Saturday morning, 30th September...

Caller: "I'd like to buy tickets for the show, for Saturday October 14."

Me: "At 4, 7, or 10?"

Caller: "We're coming in from Grand Rapids."

Me: ...waits patiently for caller to expand upon statement.



No such luck. Apparently, the fact that they are coming in from Grand Rapids should have been all I needed to figure what time they wanted to see the show.

"I'm sorry, the show for people from Grand Rapids is already sold out on that day. We still have seats for the people from Grand Rapids show on the following Saturday, though."