Phone's For You ...

It gave us the giggles.

I said, 'No one else would get the humour in this.'

Joe said, 'Um, are you forgetting you have a blog? They'd all pretty much get it.'

So, let's see.

We switched pharmacies when we moved to the city. The new pharmacy has a plan whereby when one of your medications is near time for refill, a computer calls you. The phone rings and after you say hello, it say's 'Hello, this is Pharmaplus calling, our records indicate that a member of this household has a prescription that is ready for refill ...' Then it walks you through a security question and then gives you options for ordering the medications.

When we signed up we forgot that we are both men over 50 and kept alive by the miracle of chemistry. Joe is on a whack of medications, I'm on a double wack of meds. That's a lot of perscriptions.

That's a lot of phone calls.

Some days the only personal phone calls we get are from the soft voice of PharmaPlus. Joe is convinced that she is hot for him. I know ... it's me. I get double the calls after all. On our way home from Florida, we got 5 calls. 5 calls. How desperate is that? We are putting off coming out to her, we figure it will break her, um, disc.

After the third call, we got a fourth, I answered saying 'Come on just admit you want me ...' It wasn't the pharamcy - a voice said, 'Well, yes, we do want you to come and give a lecture.' Luckily it's someone I work with a fair bit. She recognized my voice and played along. I explained about the pharmacy calling and she claimed jealousy - apparently her drug store never calls, never writes and certainly doesn't sent flowers.

Well, our pharmacy makes us feel special. Over and over again.

I figure others feel the same. We went in to pick up meds today and were in line between two elderly women, one said to the other, 'Some days the only way I know my phone works is because the pharmacy calls.' The other says, I wish they'd use a male voice, I could use the thrill.'

Sorry, gotta finish up the phone is ringing ...