Apparel manager had an outside call routed to her last night. I happened to overhear her side of it, since she was in the backroom. Here's how it went, according to her explanation:
AM: (standard phone call answering spiel)
Caller: (some gibberish about pills of some kind, and the number 5. Or something. AM didn't know what he was talking about, and I doubt the caller did himself.)
AM: Would you like me to transfer you over to the pharmacy department?
Caller: (unintelligible gibberish)
AM: Are you sure you've called the right number? You've called the clearance swamp.
Caller: (exasperated) Well, I guess everybody dies someday! (hangs up)
This was followed by AM calling the service desk, to playfully scold the person who put the call through.
AM: (standard phone call answering spiel)
Caller: (some gibberish about pills of some kind, and the number 5. Or something. AM didn't know what he was talking about, and I doubt the caller did himself.)
AM: Would you like me to transfer you over to the pharmacy department?
Caller: (unintelligible gibberish)
AM: Are you sure you've called the right number? You've called the clearance swamp.
Caller: (exasperated) Well, I guess everybody dies someday! (hangs up)
This was followed by AM calling the service desk, to playfully scold the person who put the call through.