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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"I guess so. You know what else I'm afraid of? Stand-up comedy. I mean, seriously, it freaks me out. What happens if I'm on-stage telling a joke and no one laughs? Wouldn't that be freaky? Hey, do you know if there are any comedy clubs on the mainland?"

"I know a great one in Jersey?" A.J. offered, oh-so-helpfully. But, really, he was just trying to keep up with this woman. "And you can avoid that problem by not telling not-funny jokes."

"How far is Jersey from here? And how can I tell if the joke is funny before I tell it?"

"About ~~handwavey because I'm too lazy to figure it out~~ miles," A.J. said, "and a good joke is all about the delivery, right? So you should practice. Maybe on the zombies at Caritas. If you can get them to laugh, then you know it's a damn good joke, because I don't think they're very jovial over all, being zombies and everything."

"What if I tell them a bad joke? They might eat my brains or something." There was an audible sniff at the other end as if the caller was crying.

"They deal with bad karaoke all the time, don't they? I think they could handle bad jokes without eating brains, too."

"Karaoke scares me too. What if I end up singing really badly?"

"It's karaoke," A.J. reminded her. "You're supposed to sing badly."

"Oh." Pause. "So, are you free tonight?"

"Ma'am, this is a help desk," A.J. said. "Not a date hotline."

"But you said that you were an Elvis impersonator that I could hire on short notice."

"Oh, yeah...." A.J. frowned a little. "Sure. When and where?"

How was he going to acquire an Elvis costume by tonight...?

"Hang on a moment." Pause. "I'll have to call you back." Click!

A.J. blinked, and then shrugged and hung up the phone.

And then, two seconds later, picked it up, and made his own help-desk call (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1443393.html?thread=88174401#t88174401).

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