Unfiltered Story #337504

Back in the days of landlines and address books, our home phone rings. I pick up, and it’s an older lady on the other end

Me: “Hello?”

Lady: “Is this the pharmacy?”

Me: “No, sorry. This is a private residence”

Lady: “Oh, sorry”

I hang up. About 10 seconds later, it rings again

Me: “Hello?”

Lady: “Is this the pharmacy?”

Me: “No, ma’am. You just called me a few seconds ago, this is my house”

Lady: “Oh, alright then”

I hang up once more. 5 seconds later, it rings yet again. At this point, I swear she’s just hitting redial

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t know how else to say this. I am not a pharmacy. This is my house. Please make sure you’re dialing the correct number”

Thankfully that was the last I heard from her. I found out from my mom later on that our number was very similar to a pharmacy in town. Think 555-1223 and 555-1332