A distraught student bursts into the office. "The vending machine stole my money!" He announces.
I'm really sorry for your loss, Pat thinks, wondering why she is being informed of this tragedy.
"Who do I talk to about that?" The student continues, finally realizing that Pat has nothing to do with the machine.
It is certainly no one in this office, obviously. "I'm not the one that could tell you that. Why don't you check at the student information center? They may know who you would need to talk to about it," Pat turns back to Pat's work.
The student remains in the doorway. "Well....I'm just on a break between classes...." he goes on expectantly.
"Ok" Pat replies, not really needing to know the students' personal schedule.
Pat thinks: What does he want from me? Obviously I am not on a break here at work and I have a desk full of paperwork that I shouldn't have to leave to attempt to hunt down whoever is over vending machines.
The student finally turns and walks down the hall to the student information center. Pat hates when students wonder into the nearest department over every little thing that is going on at the University.
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