Justin called me this evening (Friday) to relay a message left on our home answering machine at 3:45 PM; I was at my parents enjoying an overdue visit with them and my brother. The message was from the scheduler at my knee specialist’s office. Here’s the content of the message, nearly verbatim:
“Hi, Shannon! This is [name-omitted-to-protect-the-guilty] at Dr. D’s office. You have surgery scheduled to reconstruct your ACL on the 4th, but I have a little girl, a senior in high school, who really wants to have her surgery on the 4th because of her Senior Prom. If you would be willing to give her your surgery date, we can try to fit you in on the 11th, so please call ….”
This pisses me off on so many levels.
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