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The phone rang.

I answered it, "Center for Media Production, how may I help you?"

"Hello, may I speak to Andrew?"

" . . . I don't know of any Andrew?"

"This is Media Services, right?"

"Yes."

"Who does the media stuff, then?"

"Er, Jeff? Jeff Heath?"

"You see, I want someone to file an SPH on Room 101." (I begin to feel a bit out of my depth.) "I had a class in there last week and there was no remote in the drawer."

I decide that whatever is going on, this is something that can be dumped in my boss's lap. "Which room had the problem?"

The woman speaks slowly, perhaps to make sure that I understand, "Jefferson Patterson . . ." (Actually, that wasn't exactly what she said, but close enough)

I am now extremely puzzled. "Is this a building on Smith Campus?"

" . . . Hall, Room . . . "

"Is this a Smith building?"

"This is Hampshire College, right?"

"No, this is Smith College."

" . . . I think I have the wrong number."

"Yes, yes I think you do. Have a nice day."

Click.

. . . I'm still trying to figure out how that call arrived at the CMP desk.