on the lam

a conversation that just took place on the phone at work:

"good morning, children's asthma studies. this is robert, may i help you?"

"-muffle muffle- hi. is keisha nefrett there?"

"i'm sorry, sir, i think you have the wrong number."

-extended pause-

"who were you trying to reach again, sir?"

"keisha nefrett. i think she goes by another name. i'm going to have to find out what that is."

"were you trying to dial (number)? at johns hopkins?"

"yes."

"okay, sir, well, when you find out her 'other name,' go ahead and give us a call back."

-click-

freak.

immediately, though, i thought what if someone in my office is on the lam? what if she's been tracked down, here at work, and we have a bounty hunter coming to looking for her!? what if, even better, it's that bounty hunter from A&E!? that would be sweet. not only would i get to meet mad dog or whatever his name is; i'd get to be on television, something for which i can't help but feel i'm destined, even if it's just because my gnome was taken on an amelie-style round-the-world trip like the woman i saw this morning on the today show.

if anyone in my office is gonna be on the lam, it's mayme. zina's too loud to hide anywhere, and leslie is clearly too legit. mayme, though, is a mystery, with her seven children, some of which are hers, some of which are her common law husband's, and the rest of which...who knows?