Lost Love At The Ghetto

I got an interesting call this morning at the reception desk.  (Yes receptionist is still out on the potty.) Another guy was looking for his sweetheart.  She (the girlfriend) was just booked at the county jail, and this guy wanted to leave a message with her p.o. 

I don't know about everyone, but when I meet people I like to know names--especially if I "fall in love" with them.  I guess this guy "forgot" to ask.

"She's a pretty gal with dark hair.  I think her last name starts with a M." (caller)

"Do you happen to know her first name?"  (me)

"Um..  You know, she is about 5'6, dark hair, real pretty, and she has a broken ankle."

"You don't know her name?"  (me)

"No, I just know that her last name sounds like "Miloski".  (caller)

I try and pull up the name under different spellings, but I'm getting no success.  The only names I get close to that last name he gives me (that he can't even spell) belong to an old guy and a juvenile male. 

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't find this person in our system."  (me)

"You mean to tell me there is more than one woman fitting this description I just told you?!  This woman is pretty, in her 30's and has a cast on!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not at the jail office.  I don't see the people being booked."

"Oh damn.  I really love her.  What should I do?"

I hold back what I really want to say:  "Next time, get a name."

"Call the jail receptionist.  May be they recall the woman who you are describing.."

"Well her public defender is  ___  _______" 

Okay, this guy doesn't know his girlfriend's name, but he knows the name of her public defender.  Now that is just nutty. 

And then there is this other guy; let's call him Harry. 

Harry is at the ghetto almost everyday.  He is a client, and he is always around the building.  He isn't a transient type of guy, or a mental health patient.  Harry actually looks pretty normal, and not the sort of person you would picture being a criminal of any type-and no he isn't a sex offender either.  (The sex offenders are pretty normal looking-which is even more frightening.) He is always coming to the building leaving messages, and asking questions.  I am guessing he has a crush with someone in the building.  Weird.  Isn't there some place else Harry should be? 

The Budda looking guy that used to sit in the parking lot, and open doors for women hasn't been around lately.  He has been replaced by another guy who reminds me of the "crying Indian" that used be in commercials against pollution.  He sits there and does nothing.  He just sits there, leaves, and comes back.  May be he is meditating, I don't know.  He just sits there.  May be he knows something about life that we don't. 

When was the last time you just sat somewhere and did nothing?  I can't recall for myself when I last did that.  May be he is just waiting for a friend---you know, the pretty lady, with the dark hair, last name starts with an M, who has a broken ankle and a cast on...

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