Saturday, May 16, 2026

ONE STEP BEYOND

I have a humor piece in the current issue of Funny Times:

A NATIVE OF THE SUN STAFF

By J.C. Duffy


The other day I got a text message on my phone:


“Transcript (low confidence) 

Good afternoon, it’s a 

native of the sun staff. I 

just wanna let you know

your groceries are here

whenever you get a

chance to pick them up.

Thank you.”


Imagine how excited I was when I thought I’d gotten a message from a native of the sun staff. I mean, the staffers on the sun must be busy. And hot. So, to take the time to leave me a voicemail, it must be pretty important, I thought. 


Then I read the rest of it: they wanted to let me know my groceries were here. Wow. How would a staffer on the sun know that, and why would they care, with everything they have to worry about up there? And why were they calling themselves “natives”? That’s weird. Then I noticed the words, “Transcript (low confidence),” so I listened to the actual voicemail. 


It wasn’t “a native of the sun staff.” It was actually “Anita at the front desk.” That made a lot more sense.


How disappointing. The nicest thing I can say about the robots at the phone company is that their low confidence in their transcript was well-placed. 


I went down to the lobby and thanked Anita for being a real person. She gave me the fisheye. It wasn’t the first time. As I turned away I noticed that the name tag on her sweater had a tiny image of the sun next to the word “STAFF.” Was there more to this than a mere garbled voicemail transcript? Was Anita a double agent, a spy working for both my building and the sun? I grabbed my groceries and got the hell onto the elevator in a cold sweat.


This will make a great scary story to tell the next time I’m sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows with a bunch of idiots 


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This story was based on an actual transcript and an actual voicemail I got on my phone. And then I took it from there. One of the things I invented was the "image of the sun" on Anita's name tag. At least I thought I invented it. Then I noticed just such an image in one of the photos in my previous blog post:



Then I found images of the sun on my building's website:



[Insert the sound of eerie theremin music here.]

METHODOLOGY

Sometimes a delivery person will send me a picture of what they delivered:


Sometimes they'll send me a picture of themselves reflected in my front door:

ALWAYS NICE TO HEAR

REALISTIC COMICS

CLEARLY AGAINST THE RULES

MEN HATING SHOW BUSINESS


Hilton Valentine.

BEHIND EVERY GOOD BAG-MAN IS A GOOD BAG-WOMAN

FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND YOUR LIVER