Fanta-suites

Dude: West Bend Inn and Convention Center. How may I direct your call? Me: Could I speak to someone in housekeeping, please? Dude: Ummm........Uh..I'll transfer the call, but...Umm... Me: ... Dude: ...I dunno if anyone is down there anymore. Me: Oh, okay, well I wa- Dude: I'll try, though. Me: Okay. *rings* Old woman: Yes? Me: Is Judith there? Old woman: Oh oh no. She left a while ago. Me: Oh. Well, this is Katie and I worked in housekeeping there about a year ago and I have not received my taxes yet...I didn't know who to talk to. Old woman: Katie? Katie from Hankerson's? Me: ... Old woman: Or is that a different Katie? Me: I think- Old woman: I think you'll need to talk to Wendy. Me: Is she still in the building? Old woman: She's usually here until five. She might be. What number did you call? The 800-number? Me: Umm..It's just programmed into my phone, I'm not sure. It calls the lobby, though. Old woman: Oh oh! Call that one again and ask for Wendy. Me: Okay..Thank you so much. *hangs up* *calls* *rings* Dude: West Bend Inn and Convention Center. How may I direct your call? Me: Hey. It's me again. Is Wendy still around? Dude: Aww, you just missed her. Me: Curses. Dude: What? Me: Umm..when will she be in next? Dude: She's usually around between 9 and 10am. Me: Just an hour? Dude: What? No. 9 and 5pm. Me: Oh, okay. Thanks. Dude: Yup. *hangs up* *sits down* *turns phone conversation into an entry* *is incredibly bored*
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The climax of that story was realizing that there is no climax.

Holy crap, I just got really hungry.
Food time.
i love doing that.