The One With a Conversation

I'm standing in the tutor center, trying to get a records sheet so I can help the girl that came in to learn stuff for her midterm. I'm stopped by a brunette in a sweatsuit.
"Do you know anything about that printer in there?" I had expected her to ask if I could help her with math that didn't fall under my job title. That happened all the time. This, at the time, seemed easier.
"Uh, only that there are two printers around here, and that they alternate being broken."
I had assumed that this would be the end of our conversation. I was incorrect. "So do you know if, since I printed something and didn't notice the giant 'Out of Order' sign, it will come out later when they fix it?"
"Uh..."
"Because I had already hit print, but then saw the sign."
"Well, it might...you could try deleting the print job, because it might print it when it gets back to working order."
"Even if I've already logged off I can do that?"
Seriously, I clearly had no idea about these printers. I'm a tutor, not a lab assistant (although to be honest, I don't think that the lab assistants know much about these printers. I've fixed them before but only by messing around with them until it prints my stuff). "Maybe. I really don't know. You could try." I have somebody who legitimately needs help, waiting for this girl to stop so I can do my job.
"Hmm...well okay. Are you going to be here for a long time?" At this point I'm hovering above my seat, about to sit down and tutor. I've even given the sheet to the girl to sign in.
"I'm here until one."
"Okay, well I'm going to the bathroom, so if Frank shows up, can you just tell him I'm here? I'll be right back, I'm just going to run there and run back."
"Sure, but I have no idea who that is."
"You don't know Frank?"
"Nope."
"Are you a tutor here?" As if knowing Frank is the measure of my legitimacy as a tutor in this establishment. Considering I've been tutoring for three plus years here, I bet I've been here longer than he has.
"Yes." Which would also explain as to why I wasn't of the utmost help with that printer problem I was being questioned about.
"Oh, well...I guess just oh well." And she left with this weird partially embarrassed look on her face.

This didn't have to be a weird conversation, but it was.