Customer Service (at dawn)
The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, the sun is (barely) over the horizon. A programmer is awakened by the incessant ringing of his front door bell. He stumbles to the front door, opens it, and is confronted by two friendly tradesmen in matching T-shirts.
Programmer:
Yes?
Tradesman #1:
We’re here.
Programmer:
<pause>
Good for you.
<long pause>
Tradesman #1:
We brought your floor.
Programmer:
All my rooms already have floors.
Tradesman #1:
No, your new floor. We brought your new floor.
Programmer:
Somebody gave me a new floor?
Tradesman #1:
No, you bought a new floor.
Programmer:
No, I did not.
<pause>
I did not buy a new floor.
There is a very long pause, during which a fluffy white dog appears at the programmers feet and growls at the tradesmen. Tradesman #1 leans back, looks at a portion of the house front where there is no street number and says.
Tradesman #1
Oh, this is the wrong address.
Programmer:
Then we agree on at least one thing.
He closes the front door and starts to make the dog breakfast.