The Phone and the German

As I was sitting at my desk at work, atop this wooden round stool that will eventually flatten out my butt, the guest phone rang. The guest phone is right across from me so I get to see everything that happens and then write about it.

So the phone is ringing and ringing and since it doesn't have an answering machine, the yellow handle keeps jingling and jingling for about a straight two minutes. Then out of nowhere my little German friend just appears from God knows where in front of it, looking at the phone, then at me, then back and forth. He is about five feet short, super skinny, long long hair that he has in a ponytail and a baseball cap, a long beard neatly shaved along his jawline, he is wearing a Spalding jacket, and these amazing circular glasses that seem more like goggles that not only helps improve his eyesight but have this amazing magnifying effect for me. So there is goggled little German between me and the ringing phone and this is the conversation that ensued when he asked:
"Can I pick it up"
"Of course, it is for guests"
"But who is it??"
"I don't know, maybe it is for you"

there is a long pause, he turns to me and maybe it was the goggles, but his eyes got huge and he yelled,
"Maybe it's a sherpriza!!" in such a heavy German accent and he started laughing and laughing and this in turn made me laugh and laugh and then he picks up the phone, continues laughing and then just hangs up.
Laughing still, he walks away.





Sometime I forget why I want to leave this place....