Bridget has had quite a day at work.
This afternoon she was helping an elderly gentleman who had to see the property assessor before he left. When he came back through the lobby he stopped at Bridget's window and said in a low, sweet, polite voice, "If I drive my antique car in the Christmas parade will you ride in it with me?" Bridget was sitting at her desk away from her window and didn't hear him very well. She stood up and walked to her window to ask him what he said. The man said again very quietly, "If I drive my antique car in the Christmas parade will you ride in it with me?"
Bridget smiled and giggled and said, "You holler back at me."
About 15 minutes late Bridget is saying into the phone, "I only had it a week! There is no way I could have driven the tires off. Damage? I don't think so." .....and on this went for a minute or so. Finally Bridget said, "Who is this?!" Silence. "Who is this?!" They hung up.
Bridget was worried for a minute because whoever it was had her cell number and knew she had a rental car this week while her car was in the shop. Then......she found out it was a joke. I'm sure she will have revenge soon.
THEN, about ten minutes later Bridget and a friend from another office was walking through the courthouse lobby when a man walked by them and he said, "Ladies you need to spread out. If they drop a bomb it will kill all the babes in town." (Not sure who 'they is?)
Wonder what is going to happen in 15 more minutes.........
