Thursday, March 04, 2010

true story

I needed to print a 50-page document last night, and my printer ran out of ink. It was too late to go to the office supply store, but Kinko's is open 24, so I put the document on a USB drive and went to get it printed.

At Kinko's, I was helped by an employee who was simultaneously holding a conversation with a couple of customers who seemed to also be his friends. I had no problem with this, since he was perfectly capable of printing my document and talking to them at the same time, but I couldn't help overhearing their conversation. The friends were female, and looked to be about nineteen or twenty years old. The conversation went something like this, beginning at the point when I became aware of it:

Employee: Was she Hispanic?

Friend 1: Yeah. And she had this HUGE wad of gum in her mouth.

Employee: That's Circe.

Friend 1: She didn't help me at all. Can I complain?

Employee: Not to me. You can complain to my manager.

Friend 1: Can I write a complaint?

Employee: You want to make a written complaint?

Friend 1: [responding to a question from Friend 2] Her name's CeeCee.

Friend 2: Who's CeeCee?

Employee: No, her name's Circe.

Friend 1: What?

At this point I (foolishly) thought I could help clear up the misunderstanding, even though I knew none of the people involved.

Me: Circe. Like the witch.

Employee: ...

Friends: ...

Me: From Greek mythology? Ancient Greece?

Employee: ...

Friends: ...

Me: From the Odyssey, Circe, she's the witch who turns Odysseus' men into pigs.

Employee: Oh, yeah. She's the one on the island. The witch.

Me: Yes, exactly.

Friend 1: Is that on Lost?

I took my document and went home.