“Pick up my repaired keyboard from ICM”, said TL. So I set off, and found the building with no problem..
As I approached the closed door, I noticed a sign on it.
(I took this picture later)
I made the international gesture for: “Do I just walk down THERE?”, to the man on reception, and he nodded cheerfully.
So down the path I walked, to the second door. Door 2. The visitor's door. My door.
Here it is. No reception desk here, just a small door - and is that an intercom I see?
Ah yes, an intercom. The sign tells me to use the intercom to gain access. I explained the purpose of my visit and the nice lady told me that I needed reception. “Where is that?” I enquired....
“Just walk back up the path and it is on your right.”
Sure enough - there it was. The door with the deceitful sign on it. Textbook.
I couldn't resist talking to the guy on reception about it. I asked him why the misdirection towards the other door. His explanation has stayed with me:
“Oh, if I didn't do that, I'd never get any work done.”
I believe that man to be the embodyment of purest evil.
Posted by: Jason | June 11, 2006 at 08:43 AM
I agree with Jason whole heartedly
Posted by: Beaniebaby | June 11, 2006 at 11:44 AM
Look at it this way - the guy was only doing his job. Now, exactly WHAT his job is - is another matter entirely. Maybe he freezes frames of the faces of the detoured customers from the security camera he has cleverly aimed at them upon their return to his reception and is making a collection - hell maybe he prints the images of amazement on his bedroom wall and...(coughs) better stop there, Jac...
Posted by: Jac | June 11, 2006 at 07:22 PM