The phone here at work just rang – a rare occurrence at this particular financial institution. I answered, and this is what I heard:
“Hi, I’m being detained at the Davidson County jail, and need bail money. I’ve been framed. This is my one phone call. Can you help me out?”
“Um, are you serious?”
“Yes. Very serious.” He told me his name, and what kind of a doctor he is.
“Are you a client here?”
“Well. We’re not a bank, per se. We’re more along the lines of private wealth management.”
“Okay. But can you help me? This is my ONE phone call.” The panic in his voice was evident.
“Um… well… I’m just the [temp!] receptionist. Let me toss you over to Sandra.”
I transferred the call, and watched the light that indicated Sandra’s phone ringing blink… and blink… and blink… but she was away from her desk. She never answered.
I have failed him.