Bean’s Corner: “Susan… I Like Susans”

Mini Episode

Today, Bean decided to sit next to me while I answered phones — ears perked, full attitude, like he was my tiny furry supervisor.

And right on cue, I get this sweet 80-year-old man calling the wrong clinic.

He’s trying to reach his podiatrist, but he ends up giving me his whole family medical history…and then threatens to poke a doctor in the chest for messing up his brother’s leg.

I’m over here just trying to give him the correct number.

But then he says:

“And what’s your name?”

Me: “Susan.”

Him: “Ooooh… I knew a Susan.

…I like Susans.”

Chile. 🙃🤣

Bean looked at me like,

“Ma’am. Focus. We are WORKING.”

Meanwhile the elder on the line is out here flirting like it’s 1972 and he’s still wearing cologne called Gentleman’s Breeze.

Bean rolled his eyes, flicked his tail, and walked off like:

“I can’t supervise you humans. You’re too messy.”