looking for a fox

i'm adding
numbers
totalling payments
for the
day

a hispanic man
a guest
approaches
inturrupts
throws off my
train.

"I am een 207
I am looking
for fox."

"A fox?"

"Yes."

I feel
certain
it is I
who is the
idiot.

"Someone seent me
a fox."

I stare
not comrehending this
and he is
visibly
growing
impatient.

until I see
a FAX
for 207
laying
on the
desk.