I Don't Believe This is Your Door Madam

Here at work we get a large variety of people...you've already heard about the messengers. I won't tell you about our clients until I have a particularly interesting tale to relate in their regard. For the most part we are merely an office...not a shop...the only people that really go in and out of here are employees and messengers. Well...not today.
As we were all "hard at work"...because we always work hard here...it's not like I have plenty of time to write on blogger like I am right now or anything. Heavens no! Our door opens up...only slightly...and the largest head you have ever seen in your life (I'm surprised the woman did not topple over)...pokes its way into our office. We all stare at each other for a moment...who DARE invades our precious territory!! This blonde haired, fair skinned woman with what looked like a 30 foot long black drapery wrapped over her head looks in and goes "IS THIS THE RAZZMAFAZZARAZZRIFF DANCE STUDIO???" (I don't remember what name she said, but that's what it sounded like to me). Now...if you look into our office...there are machines everywhere, there is about 2 feet worth of moving space, clearly...clearly we resemble nothing along the lines of a dance studio. So...there are several theories I have on how this seemingly non-blind person could ask such a ridiculous question and stand there for a minute expecting a response other than "uh no."
#1 - She was drugged and clearly could not distinguish our business name on the door...a name which clearly has NOTHING to do with Dancing!
#2 - She was an escaped mental patient fleeing the country, thought this was her drop-off/pickup place for fleeing mentals, when she realized it wasn't she quickly tried to come up with an excuse... "OH! uhhherrrrr...is this...rizzymizzy DANCE STUDIO!?? Ok BYE!"
#3 - She's a spy sent by my boss to check up on us. (In which case I really have to wonder WHERE he dug her up!!!!)
After we told her...uh no...this is not a dance studio, she continued to hound us with questions...like we were somehow able to HIDE an ENTIRE DANCE STUDIO in a room that is about 20 feet by 10 feet.
"You don't know John RizzyMizzyMoo???"
No.
"You never met him before??"
No.
"Did he move??"
WE DONT KNOW WHO HE IS!
"Oh okay thanks."
She closes the door and we start laughing. The lady was scary as anything too w/that head piece thing going on...her eyes were all bugging out. Vic & Adam go "That was CRAAAaaazy!! She was insane!!" As we are chuckling and making comments the door opens AGAIN! We all jump! The crazy drapery headed woman returns!
"So what do you guys do in here??"
........ (we are too frightened to respond)
"Because I might need something."
.....Uh we do Commercial Broadcasting.
"YOU GUYS DO COMMERCIALS!??"
Yeah well we do duplication for USA and NBC and such.
"Ohhh (completely disappointed) ...duplication. Nevermind." (I think she was all ready to start auditioning... I wouldn't be surprised if she bursted into a chorus of "There's Nooooo Business like SHOWWW business I knowwww!")
She then asked us once again if we knew this John person, to which we replied no. And once again she departed. As the door closed Vic quick jumped up and dead bolted the door...in two places. "She's not getting in here AGAIN!!!"
***Fast Forward One Hour***
The guys come back from lunch, apparently there is some out of control fire a block away. Crazy smoke, windows breaking, the whole nine yards.....they're not certain...but they did see a drapery headed woman in the flames laughing maniacally! Heed my warning blog reader...Beware the RizzyMizzyMoo wrath of the Drapery Headed Woman!!