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November 25th, 2009
It’s so hard to remember
At this job, we get all sorts of funny, crazy and sometimes weird phone calls. Since we sell products for people to pass drug tests, we deal with a lot of people who do drugs. One time I received a phone call from a lady who was so extremely intoxicated; she forgot everything about her self.
“Hello, How can I help you?”
“Is this Detox?”
“Yes Mam, It is. How can I help you?”
As she started speaking, she was slurring her words.
“ Uh, I need to pass a urine test for Xanax.”
Now I understood why she was speaking so slowly.
We went through the basic questions: when is the test, how heavy of a user she is, how much she weighs and so on. She took my advice on the kit I recommend and it was time to take her order. Oh man I thought to myself, this should be interesting and somewhat funny.
“ Ok, what is your name?”
“My name? Oh umm, my name is… wait… hold on, uh let me look on my card.”
Wow is this going to take a while, if she cannot even remember her own name.
“It’s *** ***.”
In my whole experience working here I have never heard of someone forgetting his or her name and speaking so slow.
“Ok, next question, what is your address?”
“Uh, 2345 no wait… 5432, no that’s not it. Oh, 4352… No… let me go outside and check. Hold on!”
I was in complete total shock, I’ve heard that Xanax makes you forget things, but I would never think such a highly intoxicated person, who could hardly talk would call anywhere.
It took about 5 minutes for her to go outside and look at her address. I was really afraid to ask her for her phone number. It was all kind of funny to me. Where would she go look for her phone number? She would probably hang up on me and try to call herself!!! Hah!! I couldn’t help but laugh.
She went through her cell phone and found her house phone number saved in the phonebook. The rest of the process wasn’t that difficult because she was reading off a credit card, but the numbers were coming out so slow that I could have ran to the bathroom and came before she would have given me the next digit.
I finally processed her order and thought to myself, she’s going to receive this product tomorrow and not even remember placing the order.
That’s exactly what happened. She called us the next day asking what the heck we sent her. I picked up the phone and started cracking up. I couldn’t help it. I explained everything, she said “Thank You”, and that was it.