I’m at work. A guy just came in to do some repairs on something in the office.
He was one of those good ol’ boys, with a low, monotone voice. He was also very thin–tiny almost–and scruffy.
Guy: “I’m here ta repair such-and-such in the whosiwhatsit.”
Jillian: “Huh?”
Guy: “I’m here ta repair the thingamabob in the something-or-other.”
Jillian: “Ok… Does anyone know what he’s here to fix?” (Looking around at coworkers.)
Coworkers: “Nope.”
Jillian: “Ok… Umm… Who are you with?”
Guy: “Some Company. Here ta repair somethin’.”
Jillian: “All right… Uhhhh… Let me call our maintenance supervisor. I’m not really sure where you’re supposed to be.”
(Dialing phone. Ringing…ringing…ringing… Voicemail.)
Jillian: “Ok great. He’s not answering. I’m sorry to make you wait, hold on just another moment and I’ll try to reach someone else.”
Guy: “That’s ok, darlin’. Take yer time. I’ve just gotta pick up the old ball and chain in a little while.”
Jillian: “Oh! Ok, well I’ll try to get a hold of someone fast so you can go get her.”
Guy: “Nah, it’s ok. I just gotta pick her up from the bus stop.”
Jillian: “Ok…? Well, I’m sure she’d still like for you to be on time!”
Guy: “Ehh, I guess so. But I don’t really care. She’s a redhead.”
Jillian Wyatt 
whaa?
my mom (the ginger) would be so offended.