Lee and Chris had just lost their rent money at the Sig's Frat Casino night. The frat brat's loved ripping off the townies, the naive dummies never realized the games were rigged. The townies were there to hit on sorority chicks, and tended to be both unlucky at love and cards. As they left last night, a nerd by the door had handed them a photo copy of a newspaper ad from the college paper. He suggested it might make them some quick cash.
So, the next day they sat waiting to become lab rats to pay the rent, and make a little extra spending money. They recognized at least six guys from last night's frat party, and one girl.
"That nerd must have spent a lot of time in the copier room," Chris snickered nodding toward the three hung-over looking men sitting opposite them.
"Lee L. Jones," the receptionist called through the glass window.
"That's me. See you later bro'" Lee stood and headed toward the window. The girl also got up and went to the window. They arrived at the window together.
"Yes, I'm Lee Jones," they said in unison. They turned at looked at each other quizzically. "No, I'm Lee."
"That explains it. You're both Lees. Different sexes, different addresses, same age. It happens more often than you'd think, though I don't think I've had two arrive at the same time before. You know, people with the same name. The computer hates it. Tell me your middle names, that may solve the glitch."
The two looked at each other, Lee was thinking that Lee was kinda hot. There's something kinky about bonking someone with the same name. It's kind of like meeting yourself in some parallel universe where you were born the opposite sex.
"Leslie," they answered in unison again.
"Well, that's no help. I know parentheses 1, paratheses 2. That does it. Now accompany those two orderlies through the door."
"So you're name's Lee Leslie Jones, too? Small world." Lee said as they followed the two men.
The man holding the charts, pointed to the receptionist's notation, and grinning whispered to the other aide, "Thing 1 or thing 2?"
The other taking a chart whispered back, "Anything will do." He smiled wickedly.
The two Lees continued making small talk. She knew he was a mechanic attending trade school, and he knew she was a sorority pledge who thought she'd been blackballed. They barely paid attention when the men stopped and told them to go into rooms across the hall from each other. The orderlies were worse, they hadn't bothered to check which chart which with which Lee. The orderlie with the room on the right took the Lee on the right, and the orderlie holding the door to the room on the left took the Lee on the left. Then the hung the chart they each held on the rack next to each door. Unfortunately, Lee (1) and Lee (2) were in the opposite rooms.