Oh, Bother.

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For the past two days, I have received dozens of calls from the same sweet old man. "Hello. Is this the pharmacy?" he repeatedly asked. I could tell from the gentleman's voice that he was quite elderly.
Every time I would tell him that he had the wrong number he would sigh and say, "Oh, bother." That statement, combined with his voice, made him sound strangely like Winnie the Pooh. I wonder if he likes honey too.

Poor old fellow. He is desperately trying to get his medication and keeps calling me instead.
It appears that my home phone number is almost identical to that of a pharmacy on the other side of town. My number has a 3, theirs an 8.

How do I know this? After the fourth call I decided to do a little Google search. It seemed like it would be prudent to have the correct number on hand. Boy, was I right.

After wrong number seventeen, I seriously began to consider pretending that I was indeed the Pharmacist. I could take down all his information... name, phone number, address, birth date and insurance information. Posing as his daughter, I could call the real pharmacy and help the old guy. I would be doing him a favor.

It was a good plan, but truth be told I was too afraid. What if someone found out I was posing as a medical professional? I'm pretty certain that I could find myself in some kind-of legal trouble.

For now I will answer the old man's calls. I will politely give him the correct number and pray that he makes the right connection.

If you live in the Nashville area and are looking for a pharmacy, give me a call. I've got their number.