Phone Book, and a Dropped Item in Roundtrip Ticket to Paradise 2

Last shift I worked, I boarded a young man, ~25 or so, who had left his housekey at a popular local teenybopper bar. So, since the bar had closed about half an hour prior, I hustled him back there, while he tried to call the bar on his cellphone. Problem was, he did not have the number of the bar, so I handed him my phone book from my work bag.

Right.

He, unfortunately, did not know how to use a phone book to look up a number. So he’s leafing through the Yellow Pages section, looking under “K” for the bar, which name begins with “K”. So, as gently as possible, I pointed out that he needed to look in the White Pages, Fairbanks section, then the “K” tab, and hey presto, there it was. By that time, however, we had reached the bar, and fortunately there was an employee seeing a couple of coworkers off, and my passenger jumped out and inquired about his keys. Turns out they weren’t at the bar after all; a lady friend of his had taken them home with her.

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On an unrelated note, saw an interesting commercial/PSA [public service announcement] recently. The theme was “We get by with a little help from our friends” (although the Beatles’ song wasn’t featured). A man was walking down the street with an armload, and dropped something without noticing. A blind man nearby did notice, however, picked up the item, and hailed the other man, saying, “Sir, you dropped this. I heard it fall.”

Neat.