2 absurd stories from my workday yesterday:
Right after we opened, a man stormed in demanding a phone book and demanding to know, "Why is Fifth Third Bank closed today?" I was tempted to tell him that I'd resigned as CEO of the bank so could not answer that question.
Later in the afternoon, a guy called to ask a totally inane question. I kept him on hold for a long time, hoping he'd give up, but I really did try to find an answer to his (inane) question. When I went back to him with a referral to a source that I thought might be able to help him, the conversation went like this:
Me: Sir, thank you for waiting. I'm not able to find an answer to your question, but have found contact information for the National Postal Museum. Maybe someone there could assist you; would you like their phone number?
Him: OK.
Me: The number is area code 202...
Him: Oh, that's in Washington, DC. I've already called the White House and the President won't talk to me.
Me (to myself): Imagine that.