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.
