OK, this is a classic.
Some areas of our building have had trouble with rodents. Well, it was my turn this morning. I opened up my desk drawer to retrieve a piece of gum and a mouse was standing on the right edge of the drawer. We kind of surprised each other and he scampered back into the desk somewhere. (Now keep in mind I'm the IT director.)
So I call up our physical plant and their receptionist answers. I said, "There's a mouse in my office. I was hoping somebody could come get rid of it."
"Umm... you have a mouse... and you want us to get rid of it?"
"Yeah, that's right." [At this point I'm thinking, she doesn't seem to care. She sounds like she thinks it's my problem and she can't figure out why I'm bothering her.]
"Well, did somebody drop it off at your office?"
At this point my light bulb goes on.
"I'm talking about a live mouse here, not a computer one."
"Ohh!! You mean a rodent! OK We'll send somebody over."
