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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"Someone a heck of a lot smarter than you, that's for sure. Even if you had a warranty, Apple would be stupid to replace it because you'd probably just do the same thing all over again within two day."

"Well, I'll just make Jack get me a new one," Jenny said in what she thought was a very reasonable tone.

"Yeah, and I'm sure this Jack won't get sick of doing so twice a week until the next generation comes out." Rodney replied snidely.

"Good," said Jenny, packing a metric tonne of vindictiveness into that one word.

"Fine. You know what? You're beyond my help anyway. Maybe you should stick to the tin method of communication. That would at least be a little harder for you to destroy."

"HA! Not bloody likely," said Jenny. Whether she meant it wasn't likely she'd switch or it wasn't likely to be harder for her to destroy was unclear. "...oh, look, now it's caught on fire."

Rodney was starting to get a little worried at this point. "Maybe you should call 911."

"Nah," said Jenny, unperturbed. "I just dropped it back in the toilet, and Bob's your uncle. Thanks!"

"Right. Naturally," Rodney sighed. "Glad I could help. Really."

"Cheers, mate," Jenny said. Then the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard over the line.

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