welcome to the 50's!!!!

so, remember chris rock was in a movie where he played a comedian nicknamed "Booey," and comes back to life after being killed briefly as an old, white millionaire? i can't remember what it's called right now. but anyway, at the beginning of the movie he arrives at hotel, i think, and the bellman tells him "Deliveries are in the back!" so chris rock goes off on the bellman asking him why does he have to be a delivery guy (cause he's black), he can't have a room in the hotel? he makes the bellman feel horrible, then it turns out he IS a delivery guy. well, that sort of happened to me today.

i showed up at an agency and approached the secretary. immediately, she says:
"oh, are you here for the pick-up?"

"um, no. i'm not,"

(at this point she puts her head back down and continues to write out a packing slip.)
"Deliveries are over there."

"OK."
(so now i'm thinking, are you kidding me? seriously!)

so she looks up, completely confused, and says "You're not from Fed-Ex or Purolator?"

in my dark GREEN jacket, scarf, and green etc. camo hat, i respond. "No. No I'm not."

she says, again completely puzzled "Then whhhhhyyyyyyyy are you here?"

"ACTUALLY..........."

Even after I explained to her that i was an art director and was there to see the creative director, she still seemed puzzled like there was no possible way i could have been there for any other reason then to deliver or pick-up a package. what year is it again?


well, i'm sure if i get a job there, she'll quit or her head will explode.... if it hasn't already.