It is high noon. I am in the clinic, getting ready to go to lunch and walk the Kibble Cruncher.
The phone rings.
"Health Center," I say, answering the phone.
Phone Woman:"Ummmm---........."
I have not had good experiences with phone conversations that start out like this.
I wait.
Phone Woman:"Um...I know, ummm.....Dr. Smartypants."
(Dr Smartypants is our in house Doc.)
"Okay, " I say to her.
Phone Woman:"And, um......"
Me:
Phone Woman: "I was wondering if he knows anybody who does really good nutrition and meal planning."
Me: "I don't know what he knows, but I will be happy to give you his direct phone number," I say cheerfully, while rolling my eyes back into my head. I'm hungry.
Phone Woman, sounding irritated, like she needs some B vitamins: "Well, I thought this was his number."
Me, ever so cheerfully: "It is the clinic number, and he isn't in today. I will give you his direct number so you can call him and ask him what he knows! Ready?"
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!
2 comments:
Uuummm. . .I don't know what someone you know knows.
Uuummm. . .do you know if they know what I don't know?
You know?
i thought dr smartypants (they called him white chocolate) hated it when we passed those kind of people on to him? don't you remember the email he sent to us that said, "tell them dr smartypants is dead!"
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