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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Lana was there and ready to answer calls.

Ring, ring...

Lana took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"I were tranferred (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1443393.html?thread=88120641#t88120641) here," Barbossa told her. "Be ye the one who be puttin' the bomp in the the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?"

Lana blinked for a moment at the question, then shrugged. "No, I'm sorry, sir," she said politely. "I'm afraid you've been misinformed. I'm the one who put the bah in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp. Sadly, I'm often overlooked."

"That be okay, I suppose," Barbossa said thoughtfully, "unless ye be havin' anything t' do wit' the ram in the ramalama ding dong."

"Oh no, definitely not," Lana said. "Though I must confess to being responsible for a bit of the lama. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

There was a long pause. "Can ye get this damn song out o' me head now?"

"Of course, sir," Lana said obligingly and began to sing, "You spin me right around, baby, right around, like a record, baby, right around, round round. You spin me right around, baby, right around, like a record, baby, right around, round round. How's that?"

"Much better," Barbossa said. "I be obliged t' ye, wench."

"You're very welcome," Lana said cheerfully. "Please call again if there's anything else I can do for you."

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