The caller on Monday was obviously disgruntled. She had been speaking to a staff member in our Accounting Unit, who was serving as telephone backup on my personal office line. Apparently directory assistance, asked for the phone number of the Lincoln Police Department, had given the caller the number for the chief’s office (a common aggravation), rather than the general police non-emergency number.
When I sensed that Rhonda was a little frustrated, I took the call. The miffed caller was in North Carolina. She had been following a semi tractor-trailer that was driving poorly. She had gathered the name of the trucking firm from the tractor door, and called the company. It was a leased rig, and the Ohio leasing firm representative was not the least bit interested in her first-hand report of bad driving. She was inquiring in a sarcastic tone whether I would be more responsive.
The Nebraska link was the words “Cornhusker Ultra-Lite” on the trailer. “Is there any other Cornhusker?,” she snippily asked. I explained to her that the trailer may have been manufactured in Lincoln, but that the driver and/or lessee would have nothing to do with my fair City. What she was doing was akin to calling the police chief in Stuttgart to complain about the driver of a Volkswagen.
That didn’t seem to gruntle her. I asked if she had thought about calling the local authorities in North Carolina, perhaps the county sheriff or the State police. After giving me her personal opinion that the Raleigh Police Department was the only agency in the state you could count on to do anything, I thanked her for being a public-minded North Carolinian, and we parted ways.
