Just Plain Drama

I haven't had much luck finding a job, (I never heard back from Build-a-Bear. It was just like last time!) so John suggested I look into some sort of continuing education classes or something...

Well, I looked around online and saw that the local theatre offers acting classes. Could be fun. The website gave some information on the classes but said if you wanted more info you should come to The Garage. John and I walked up there today to talk to them.

I approached the front desk and said, "I would like information on the adult acting classes."
The woman behind the counter said, "Just a moment." And picked up her phone. "I need someone from adult acting."
I looked at the bulletin board while waiting. Then a man walks up to me, hands me a pamphlet, and walks away.

My thoughts:

I came into town for that?

If this is all the information I need, and it fits on paper, why isn't it on the website?

If this is all the information I need, and it fits on paper, why did Mr. Too Important/Busy To Talk have to come downstairs to give it to me? Couldn't they keep these at the front desk?

If I enroll in the class, will he be my teacher, and will he always behave like such a horse's behind?