Bill Donaldson had dialed the wrong number.
He was sure of it.
The voice on the other end announced that he had called a butcher shop. “Ed’s Butcher Shop” to be exact. “How may I help you?”
Bill wasn’t sure that the butcher shop could help him out at all. He had meant to call the florist. Or was it the dentist?
Yes, probably the dentist. It had been a couple years since he had been, and he was sure he had a cavity. It seemed unlikely that the butcher could help him out.
“I don’t think you can do anything for me.” Bill said.
“Ok.” Said the butcher.
Bill hung up the phone and dialed the number for the dentist.
There was no answer.
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