Holiday Season=Crazies

I had just finished telling my co-worker how this job has been slightly boring lately when I had one of the busiest nights in a long time. First, a firetruck and an ambulance showed up because a poor old woman had passed out upstairs. Then, two girls came up to tell me that there was a little dog tied up outside, shivering. They wanted me to page the store so the owner would know to bring in their dog. I thought that I had gotten out of doing the page when another customer told the girls that she thought the owner had come and gone with the dog already. Alas, no. So I ended up doing the page which I finished by saying "Thanks, Bye", like I was answering the phone. Lame. Then, I ended up having to do two more pages when a man was looking for his girlfriend/wife/sister/someone who had a terribly difficult name. He kept pacing next to the desk waiting for her after the first page, and then apparently when I was doing the second page I messed up the pronunciation of her name. Great. I long for the days before I possessed the knowledge of paging.