Dear Mr. Buckley:
I couldn’t suppress a smile upon recalling the day of our meeting. When I entered your offices I spoke to the switchboard operator to ascertain the location of your office. She then called Miss Bronson to verify my appointment. Upon learning that you were tied up on the telephone she asked me to sit down for a few minutes. When I did so she was completely obscured by the switchboard upon which she was frantically taking calls. Every five seconds or so she would say: “Mr. Buckley will be with you in a moment.” To which I would dutifully reply with some inanity. It took me about ten repetitions to finally realize: No, idiot she’s not talking to you, but rather to the dozen or so people trying to reach Mr. Buckley. Thank God she didn’t hear me or she surely would have thought me a psychiatric case in which you had taken an interest.
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