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Why I hate working reception, part 1
Kid: Sir, do you have any tennis balls behind the desk?
(Note: We used to have various balls, before the kids borrowed them and didn't return them)
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Second kid (who was standing behind the first): Sir, do you have any tennis balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: I'm sorry, I didn't manage to alter reality in the 15 seconds since I was last asked.
Second kid: Do you have any other sorts of balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: Graaaargh!
(Note: We used to have various balls, before the kids borrowed them and didn't return them)
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Second kid (who was standing behind the first): Sir, do you have any tennis balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: I'm sorry, I didn't manage to alter reality in the 15 seconds since I was last asked.
Second kid: Do you have any other sorts of balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: Graaaargh!
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Makes you want to have a slew doesn't it?