Customer # 293807

She moved here from Montana. If she had known what the weather was like here, she would have never. Well, she probably would have. She has a great college education, not like Yale or Harvard or any of those roll-your-eyes kind of colleges. But it was good and someone told her she should be a lawyer. By the way, she needs help getting her notary license figured out here in this state. It’s so different here. She caught a whiff of my co-workers lunch in the break room next door. She bets it’s chicken noodle soup. She took a course at the local junior college to learn what to plant here in Oregon. Her husband takes at least 35 different medications a day. She doesn’t assume that anyone who is overweight isn’t diabetic. She has notarized all sorts of documents. You know there are so many people out there without beneficiaries listed on their… on their… um… well it escapes her, but they don’t have it and it’s a tragedy. I should get used to seeing all types of oddities coming across my desk here, she says (as if I’m the new one in this situation). She keeps calling me by name, having to read it off my name plate first. She’s going to leave the pen she took off the desk because she’s not really into lime green. She’s had to walk out to her car so many times she has to use the bathroom again. She announced the fact that she was announcing the fact that it’s raining outside and that’s why she has to use the bathroom again. Her son bugged her to wear a jacket today. She had to get it out of storage first. The good ones are so expensive. But at least they won’t know she’s soaking wet because she has this jacket on. She advised that we throw out the paper coffee cup she  used. She’ll use a new one the next time she comes in.

 

She sat there for an hour and talked the whole time while I wrote about her. Please don't tell her.