Me: “Hello, newsroom…”
Old Coot: “Where’s Gordy?”
Me: “He left the station about a year ago.”
Old Coot: ”What about the Oh-Bam-Ah jobs thing? How does that work?”
Me: “Um…”
Old Coot: “I mean we got, uh, that drought in Texas and then, of course, we’ve got California and Ohio and Oklahoma and we got Puerto Rico too.”
Me: (Is he just naming U.S. States and territories now?)
Old Coot: “People are talking and those jobs aren’t talking back. It’s like a tornado, you know what I mean?”
Me: “I… um… yes?”
Old Coot: “You bet your ass, yes!”
Me: “Okay, well, thanks for calling.”
Old Coot: “You ever been to that ice cream shop in Goshen? I think they might be hiring.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll look into that.”
Old Coot: “Great. Hey, look I need to go.”
Me: “Oh… um… sorry to keep you?”
*Old Coot hangs up*
must be a former social studies teacher. pity the ‘oldcootool’