Bagged Or Blind
The names have been changed to protect the innocent:
I work for a carpet manufacturer in Chatsworth, Georgia as an
order taker. As a result, I talk with many people in different
cities in both the U.S. and Canada.
At the time of this experience, our department consisted of
between 30 and 40 people, most of them women. I was one of the
few men working there.
One day, I answered the phone and found myself talking to
one of our outside sales representatives from Central New York.
After introducing himself, he said, "I never talked to you
before, I usually talk to some of the girls. Like, Marge, I
wonder what she looks like".
I said, "Couldn't tell ya".
Trying again, he said, "Well, what about Barbara, I wonder what
she looks like."
Acting as innocently as possible, I replied, "No. Don't know
what she looks like either".
So, he tries a third time, getting himself in deeper all the
time. "Well, what about Michelle in Pricing? Man, I bet she
looks good"!
"No," I said, "couldn't tell ya what she looks like either".
Now, he's really puzzled. He probably wonders how this guy could
work around so many girls, and not have a clue what any of them
look like. So, he asks, "What? Do you come to work with a bag
over your head"?
That was when I dropped the bomb on him. I said, "No, I'm
blind."
"Oh, I'm sorry!, I'm sorry!" he said, probably turning beet red.
However, neither one of us was really offended, and we had a good
laugh over the whole thing. There were several occasions later
on when he called me to help him out with a particular problem
order, or to check on production dates, and the like. In short,
we both remain on good speaking terms.
I don't know what became of this particular rep. He did
open a carpet store in partnership with someone else, but, I've
lost track of him. Maybe, one day, I'll talk to him again, and
I'll tell him I've finally taken the bag off my head.
Joseph Norton