MAY 25, 1933
This morning, (well, midnight?) Tuesday May 25, I was greeted on line by a blog post dedicated to me--steveroni.
Without a doubt my BEST FRIEND in the Blog-hood, Sweeter Poet Dulce has bestowed a cyber birthday gift, a blog post dedicated to--yep...ME!. I learned from Shakespeare that a gift is twice blest, in who GIVES, and who TAKES, and I accept with love this gift from "Canary-Girl" friend.
I hope that one day she will visit this country, so that we can meet face-to-face. I know I would cry--with joy! Such a fine poet and guru of life and living. We are truly friends.
NOW...for my post,
three scenarios in which the phone person
is a surprise response to Dulce's blog post today
"This is help Desk. How may I help you?"
"Oh my, yes, I need help so badly."
"OK, deposit $85 USD and then tell me, what is your problem."
"My problem is...that I do not have $85."
"Sorry. Help Desk is closed for the season."
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"Is this Desk Help?"
"Sorry, this is Help Desk..."
"WTF! I need HELP, not to deal with Samantics."
"Sir, you do need help. The word is SEMantics."
"No, I need help with my body."
"Please, SIR! We are not that kind of Desk Help--I mean Help Desk, Dammmit."
"You do not understand...it is my violin, the body is coming unglued."
"(Sigh!) Oh well, what is it's age?"
"Age...154 years, built in 1856."
"Hey, wait, that is before Lincoln was president, C'mon, YOU!"
"It was made in Paris, France. Georges Chanot is the Luthier."
"We do not even go NEAR French bodies. Sorry"
"You are NOT a real 'helping desk', are you?
"Simmer down Sir...try a teaspoonful of glue. And call me back. Ask for Dulce."
Ding--ding--di........"You have a TEXT message"
Is this deskhelp in India?
I have a big problem.
I tried a teaspoonful of glue as you said...
My tongue is permanently fastened to my upper teeth. You did not tell me, "Do not use Super-Glue!"