When 'No-o-o Problem' Means Big Problem
I AM starting the new year with a telephone story so banal that it qualifies as one of those everyday urban droplets that eventually gathers into the steady drips that leave grooves in our souls. Sometime on Friday, Dec. 10, I called (212) 890-2350, the NYNEX Order Center, and ordered new telephone service from Mrs. W. Johnson, whose warm voice vibrated No-o-o Problem. I never bothered to keep a coper's log, she was so positive. She promised that sometime between 1 and 5 P.M. on Monday, Dec. 20, a technician would arrive and install my new phone. Mrs. W. Johnson even gave me my new telephone number, although she did suggest that I shouldn't give it out quite yet. If there was any problem -- and she chuckled at that improbability -- I should just call back and ask for her.
