too many numbers

I just called the nice people at TIAA-CREF to take some money out of the mutual fund. I spoke with a nice, professional-sounding person who gave me her full name without being pushed, and pronounced mine correctly. After I explained what I wanted and she put it through, she gave me a 14-digit confirmation number. Enough to give everyone on the planet hundreds of transactions.

Then she told me how long it would take, gave me her name again, and said that her extension was "the last five digits of the confirmation number." Ah, "So this is only your millionth transaction, not your ten billionth." They do keep their staff busy.

too many numbers

I just called the nice people at TIAA-CREF to take some money out of the mutual fund. I spoke with a nice, professional-sounding person who gave me her full name without being pushed, and pronounced mine correctly. After I explained what I wanted and she put it through, she gave me a 14-digit confirmation number. Enough to give everyone on the planet hundreds of transactions.

Then she told me how long it would take, gave me her name again, and said that her extension was "the last five digits of the confirmation number." Ah, "So this is only your millionth transaction, not your ten billionth." They do keep their staff busy.

(no subject)

On the way to meeting roadnotes outside Shopsin's for what proved to be dinner at Mingala (on the other side of the Village), I had a bit of time, so I stopped in at Varsano's for some strawberry creams. I was the only customer, so when the nice man who runs the place asked how I was doing, I told him: "Could be better. I'm job-hunting." He asked how long I'd been looking, and what I did, and then told me that he expected me to have had a couple (more) interviews by the time I come back. He also asked me to say hi to roadnotes (after asking me to remind me of her name; he knows we hang out together, because I rarely go in there without her).

If we'd arranged to meet at Mingala in the first place, I wouldn't have strawberry creams.

(no subject)

On the way to meeting roadnotes outside Shopsin's for what proved to be dinner at Mingala (on the other side of the Village), I had a bit of time, so I stopped in at Varsano's for some strawberry creams. I was the only customer, so when the nice man who runs the place asked how I was doing, I told him: "Could be better. I'm job-hunting." He asked how long I'd been looking, and what I did, and then told me that he expected me to have had a couple (more) interviews by the time I come back. He also asked me to say hi to roadnotes (after asking me to remind me of her name; he knows we hang out together, because I rarely go in there without her).

If we'd arranged to meet at Mingala in the first place, I wouldn't have strawberry creams.