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"Um, I'll have a bacon cheeseburger, large chocolate shake, a double order of fries,"He looks at you, puzzled."I was kidding!" you say. Another blank stare. After an awkward moment he forces a chuckle at your joke. "Oh ok, Mrs. Khanna." You try to force back the swelling anger. You consider letting out another shriek before gaining control over yourself. "I want someone to explain to me what's going on here. Just what is this place? What are these forms for? What is happening to me?" "Well, it's rather complicated," he says. "If you could just wait for us to process your paperwork a case worker can expl-" He stops and realizes that you're not going to buy this answer. He must be able to read the look on your face. "Look, I'm the regional supervisor here and I'll get someone to help you right away. Why don't you come and wait in my office?" Finally, some respect. You follow the suited man out of the waiting area through the door he came in. You look back at those lesser celebrities still waiting with pity and a healthy feeling of superiority. "Right this way, Mrs, Khanna." The hallway is rather bland. On both sides there are various office rooms. At the end of the hallway is what looks like a large call center. You follow him through passing along a huge stretch of cubicles. You try to eavesdrop on the calls. Unfortunately you can't seem to make out anything more than a word or two of what anyone is saying. You think you hear someone say the words "plane of existence" in there somewhere but aren't sure. After another hallway you come to his office. You feel like you've been shown the back way in, like a true VIP. It must be the effect this supervisor or whatever wanted to instill in you. "Have a seat," he says. You sit down on the designer couch in his office. "Can I get you anything. A drink maybe?" "No, thank you," you decline. "Ok, Mrs. Khanna, I'll be right back." Wait patiently (for real this time). |
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