fandomhigh | Dealing With Stupid People [Tuesday, July 17, 2nd period]

When the students arrived in the Danger Shop, they found the room decorated as an incredibly soulless phone center.

"Welcome to the help desk!" Josh said, grinning proudly. "People are very stupid over the phone, especially when they know you can't see the expression on their faces. This is also why video conferences aren't as popular as regular conference calls--hiding your eyerolling is easier when, well, they can't see your eyes."

He waved his hands out. "Today you will be manning a help desk. I have ~~handwavily~~ put out posters to let people know that it's open during this class time, so the phones should start ringing any minute now. Your job is to answer the person's question in the most polite way possible without letting them know you think they are completely out of their minds."

"Coffee, muffins and bagels are available, answering their questions correctly is completely optional." Josh smirked. "Have fun."

[OOC: Phone lines are open for townies, students, and faculty members to call in. Josh has conveniently forgotten to specify what kind of help the students would offer. Ask for relationship advice, song requests, technical support, people to vote for or against bills in Congress, just to say hi...go nuts.]

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Mel glared at the phone. She didn't like this assignment already.

Ring, ring...

"Burt's Taco Palace," Mel answered, hoping that would throw whoever this was off. "King of the Nachos. How can I help you?"

"Good mornin', yer majesty," said a craggy voice. "I be havin' a question. Who be puttin' the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Because it be terrible annoyin'."

"Josh Lyman," Mel answered quickly. "Would you like to speak with him directly? I can transfer you right to his line."

"That would be very helpful, aye, wench," Barbossa said agreeably.

"Mr. Lyman?" Mel called out as she put the pirate on hold. "I have someone who'd like to speak with you! Some urgent matter."

"Really?" Josh said, hurrying over and picking up the phone. "This is Josh Lyman."

"Why'd ye put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?" Barbossa demanded.

Josh covered the mouthpiece with his hand and rolled his eyes at Mel. "Oh, thank you," he whispered, then spoke into the phone. "I'm afraid you've been misinformed," he said, eyes scanning the room. "That was actually Lana Lang (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1443393.html?thread=88120385#t88120385). Please hold while I transfer you."

Josh pressed a series of buttons, then hung up the phone with a pleased smirk.

Mel batted her eyelashes and put on a not-so-innocent expression. "You mean you didn't put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Oh I'm sooooo sorry."

Josh snorted. "Sure you are," he said with a grin.

"Look!" Mel said pointing at her head. "Halo!"

"Hi," Dawn was bored, "I've got my foot stuck in the blender."

...

"Why?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the one helping me?"

"Currently I'm trying to suss out your state of mind, Summers."

"But that's not what I need help with," Dawn pointed out. "Shouldn't you wait until I tell you what's wrong before you offer helpful suggestions?"

"Okay. HOW did the foot get IN the blender?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "I put it there. But that's still not why I'm calling."

"Well why can't you take it out the same way you put it in?"

"The peanut butter and honey made this kind of a paste..."

"And you thought your foot would add some flavor to it?"

"My feet are very flavorful. Can we go back to the peanut butter problem? Because I wanted to the pineapple, but it's starting to harden and I don't want to spend the rest of the day like this."

"Well where are you sitting right now? Can you get to a sink?"

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