Chapter 1: Snob "Roz, who is our next caller?" Frasier said clearly through his microphone.
"We have, Bob who disagrees with your advice." Roz said steadily, also weary once Frasier shot her a glance of anger about the conversation to come.
"Well go ahead Bob, I'm listening." Frasier said trying to act cheerful.
"Yeah, you think you can do anything because you went to Harvard, well Mr. Ivy League snob, you should consider things about a poor working man, I heard you complaining because you couldn't get into a fancy resturarunt earlier, oh well, quit prancing around and come to the real world." Bob said in an angry tone, yet he spoke fast, and after that verbal attack he hung up.
Frasier was appalled by this. He lifted his shaky hands, and put them over his wide open mouth. His eyes were wide and he tried to spit out any words, finally he broke silence and said:
"I would suggest you see a therapist."
"Dr. Crane, we are just out of time for today." Roz said.
"Oh yes, this is Dr. Frasier Crane, wishing good day and good mental health." he said, you could tell he was startled, his voice cracked when he spoke, also he talked fast and signed off.
Roz walked into the booth, remaining silence. Frasier stood up and stared at Roz's back, and she knew it, she knew he was waiting for her to say something about what had just occurred.
"Well..." Frasier said tilting his head.
"Do the words 'call screening' ring a bell?" Frasier said, his voice rising every passing word.
"I'm sorry Frasier, but he sounded nice on phone." Roz replied.
"Oh what should I expect, that's normally all you would need to go sleep with someone." Frasier said. Roz rolled her eyes and picked up a clipboard. Then she made her way to the next booth. Frasier got up and followed.
"I mean what do you believe he meant by that, Ivy League snob?" Frasier asked, demanding an answer.
"Well you can be a little, well..." Roz started.
"What?" Frasier said getting concerned.
"Pretentious." Roz muttered wearily.
"Oh, well thank you for the support, after I had been bombarded with insults my own producer has her own pile of words to dish out, well I'll have you know, your not the purest of people either." Frasier said.
"Geez, all I said was you were pretentious, I mean you asked me for my opinion." Roz said helplessly trying to defend herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry Roz, I just can't believe what I heard, I mean dear God, I have never been more insulted in my life, I feel as bad as I did once at Le Cigare Volone I was seated near the kitchen when I had reserved a balcony table, I was so embarrassed." Frasier stated.
"Maybe that's what he was talking about, your standards are too high too meet." Roz said.
"Oh, that's ridiculous Roz, my standards may be a little high, and I can't emphasize the word little enough, but they are reachable, are you trying to say nothing is good enough for me?" Frasier said.
"Well, you know what no, no forget I mentioned it." Roz said.
"Oh come on Roz, tell me." Frasier said, slightly lightening up.
"I'll see you tomorrow Frasier." Roz said ending the conversation by walking out the door.
The conversation with Bob till rung in Frasier's head, he was planning on meeting with Niles at Cafe Nervosa, he would discuss it with him there.