The Shrug of Destiny

As you can tell from previous posts, I work in the trucking industry, and as such, I work on the industrial side of town. Every so often, I'll have a random driver walk in the front door and ask if we're some random warehouse. The giant numbers indicating our address wasn't enough for them, I suppose.

This one time, though. Oh boy. THIS FUCKIN' GUY.

(How's that for an introductory paragraph? I got complaints that my usual lead-ins were too long and required a thesaurus to get through. Ok fine, I didn't really get complaints, but I'm drawing a blank on a good lead-in for this one, and I wanted to write it out before I forget again.)

Anyway, this guy walks in and asks "Hey, is this 14623 [Street]??" And I say, nope, it's 14618. He asks how that can be, if we're at the very end of the block. To which I reply, "yeah, that's pretty weird. But, since your address ends in an odd number, it's more than likely on the other side of the street." This sort of upsets him a bit, because, as he says, he's already been down the block and can find 14619, 14621, and 14625, but not 14623!

And he just stares at me. My only response is to stare back, then shrug my shoulders in an exaggerated way, to the point where this guy needs to know that I'm thinking, "What the fuck do you want me to say? How the fuck should I know where that warehouse is? Do I look like fucking Google Maps to you? Just because I work here, I need to know where every other warehouse on this street is?"

I'm pretty sure he got all that because he left right after my browbeating shrug.

In conclusion, when playing charades, pick me as a partner, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' PRO at miming shit out!