Started off the year with one strange phone call yesterday.
Tammy sent it over to me since it was someone from a magazine.
"Hello, this is Paula."
Yes, this is Angie. I wish to speak to W.A. Coach, Jr.
"You mean Will Koch, right?"
No. I need to speak directly with W.A. Coach, Jr. This is Angie. Please connect me.
"I'd be glad to help you ... what is this regarding, please?"
Mr. Coach receives our magazine and in order for us to continue sending him our publication, I need to ask him a few questions.
(Uh, like how to pronounce his name?)
"I'm sure I can answer your questions, Angie. What do you need to know?"
Are you close to Mr. Coach?
(Getting a little personal, aren't we Angie?)
"Yes, I work for Will. I'm Director of Public Relations here at the park. I'd be glad to answer your questions."
Does Mr. Coach have a secretary?
Apparently Angie was convinced a secretary would be able to locate this shadowy Mr. Coach since I was obviously clueless.
As I was regaling Mr. Coach ... er, Will, with the story this morning, it suddenly occurred to me I should ask if he even wants to continue receiving that magazine.
"Nah. I've never even opened a copy. I just write 'John' on the cover and route it over to him."
Good call, Coach.