Scene: Bardiac, sitting at a computer in the office, trying to get work done before a meeting starts. The door is open.
Enter a student to the office door
Student: Do I need a registration code?
Bardiac: I don't know.
Student looks both befuddled and frustrated.
Bardiac: How would I know?
Student: (As if the thought has never occurred to him/her that s/he isn't the center of everyone's world.) Ummmm, I don't know.
Bardiac: Are you a first year student?
Bardiac: Are you a sophomore?
Bardiac: Then you probably need one.
Student: Can you give me my registration code?
Bardiac looks confused (as usual).
Student: (Making to walk into the office, before stopping at the withering stare.) You're my advisor.
Bardiac: Do you want to make an advising appointment?
Student: Oh. (Wait a beat or two.) I guess so.
Bardiac: My office hours are on the door, can you come then? (Pointing to a big, colored display on the door. Student looks confused.) The office hours are in that pinkish color. (Student points to each of the three hours separately, slow motion.)
Student: Not this week.
Student: I have class on Monday at [time]. I could usually come on Friday, but I have work this week at [time].
Bardiac: How about 8 am. Do you have something scheduled then?
Bardiac: So, how about 8 am on Friday?
Student: Okay. (Starts to walk away.)
Bardiac: Wait, what's your name?
Student: [Name] (Gives name as if insulted, because how could anyone possibly not remember his/her wonderful special self.)
Exit Student, manet Bardiac.
Want to bet someone's going to hear from this student about what a horrible person I am, and how I didn't help him/her get the registration code the instant s/he wanted it, and I was just sitting there at the computer?