How Dry I Am

from Scene 1: You are members of a new Ghostbusters franchise based in Olympia, Washington. All of the major cities and state capitals throughout the U.S. have a locally-based Ghostbusters franchise after the success and apparent need for such services in the New York metropolitan area. You all were hired about two months ago, having joined for your own reasons. You have taken the required courses, watched the “So You Want to be a Ghostbuster?” training videos, and signed the Personal Injury waivers. You've taken a few calls on minor disturbances – Class 1 scaredy spooks and a vaporous apparition or two. “Zap, zap, into the trap” work. Nothing too taxing. Seems like being a Ghostbuster is about as taxing as pizza delivery. While hanging around your offices (what used to be a local bakery – still smells of yeast), the phone begins to ring. You haven't hired a receptionist yet. The person closest to the phone picks it up. ***