I answered the phone for the first one.
"Otowi Station. This is P-doobie. May I help you?"
"Do you carry tongue depressors?"
"No, I'm sorry, but we don't. We're a bookstore."
"Oh. Well, do you know where I can buy tongue depressors?"
"You might try the pharmacy at the hospital or a medical supply company."
"Oh, yeah! A hospital! I hadn't thought of that! Thanks!"
For the next weird call, I eavesdropped on Becky's telephone conversation.
"Thank you for calling Otowi Station Bookstore. This is Becky. How may I help you? . . . . You need a book on food poisoning? . . . . Oh, excuse me. I misunderstood. You want to know whether you have food poisoning. Um, okay. Well, are you nauseated? . . . . Okay, do you have a fever? . . . . Mmm hmm. Have you vomited? . . . . Okay. And do you have any diarrhea or cramping? . . . . Well, I'm not a doctor, but it sounds as if you don't have food poisoning. You might want to call your own physician to make sure, though. . . . You're welcome."
Otowi Station, your full-service bookstore.