Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Our intern just walked into the office and recounted what had happened to him.
Setting: elevator. Participants: Intern and older man.
Man: Who’s office do you work in?
Intern: Senator X. Who’s office do you work in?
Man: Senator Y. What do you do for Senator X?
Intern: I’m an intern. What do you do?
Man: I’m Senator Y.
Man: And you can tell Senator X he should teach his interns not to ride in the SENATORS ONLY elevator.
The intern assures me he turned sufficiently red and apologized to Senator Y – who laughed it off.
As I waited I spotted a fellow intern (obviously sporting his scarlett letter proudly around his neck) looking around hoping someone would be impressed by his presence among the mere mortals. When his turn came, he ordered 4 or 5 drinks that he read off of a post it note. When he had finished (after getting very frustrated when he had to repeat the order a few times) the cashier told him his total. His face twisted into a snarl of distaste- "No, it's for my Congressman" he replied. The cashier didn't seem to understand what he was getting at and simply repeated the total. "No really, (grabs the scarlett letter and thrusts it in the face of the cashier) see? I work on The Hill... it's for my Congressman." He's now speaking slowly and loudly as if the cashier were either deaf or foreign.. or possibly both. "I don't really care who it's for.. your total is $16.04" "They didn't give me any money. This is for the Congressman X. I'm sure you understand that he needs his coffee." The cashier then laughed out loud and told him there was nothing she could do. After a few more futile attempts, the intern was forced to leave, empty handed.