Mrs. Dementia lives with her daughter. She's on the ball enough to remember that she doesn't like me because I took away her driver's license, but that's about it. Anyway...
Mrs. Dementia: "Hello?"
Mary: "Hi, Mrs. Dementia. This is Mary, from Dr. Grumpy's office."
Mrs. Dementia: "Hi, Mary. You have the wrong number. I don't live here anymore."
Mary: "Okay, well, I'm calling to remind you about your appointment tomorrow."
Mrs. Dementia: "I won't be able to go. My daughter's car isn't working, and can't be fixed. I can't go to doctor appointments anymore."
Mary: "Is your daughter there?"
Mrs Dementia: "No, she drove to the grocery store because we're out of bread."
Mary: "Can you have her call me when she gets home?"
Mrs. Dementia: "She doesn't live here anymore, either. I don't know when she'll be home."
Mary: "Okay, I'll just call back later, thank you."
Mrs. Dementia: "You can't. Our phone is broken, and no one has been able to reach us for days."
Mary: "Does your daughter have her cell phone with her?"
Mrs. Dementia: "That's broken, too. I think you have a wrong number."
Mary: "Okay. Thank you. I'll try..."
Mrs. Dementia: "Our phone is broken, so don't try to call back. The grocery man told us it can't be fixed."
Daughter (picks up extension): "Hello? This is Sue. Mom, who are you talking to?"
Mrs. Dementia: "I'm sorry Sue, I think you also have a wrong number."
Mary: "This is Mary, at Dr. Grumpy's office."
Mrs. Dementia: "Our phone is broken, and we can't hear you."
Sue: "Hi, Mary. Is this about tomorrow?"
Mary: "Yes, at 2:45.
Sue: "We'll be there."
Mrs. Dementia: "You both have a wrong number because the phone is broken. I didn't hear it ring."
Mary: "Thank you. See you then."
