His Temper Is The Only Thing That’s Up
I work for a mail-order pharmacy. This is a call from my first day taking customer service calls on my own. As a note, we also function as a Prescription Benefits Manager, and part of our contract states we can only ship a medication if: one, you are a member of a plan we manage, and two, your plan is covering the medication in a claim. The conversation starts right after I have verified the member’s information.
Me: “Thank you, sir. How can I help you?”
Member: “I want to know why you canceled my order for [Little Blue Pill that helps with a certain male problem].”
Me: “Well, sir, looking at the order, it appears that your plan does not cover the medication. [Government Insurance] only covers this medication in patients over sixty-four under certain circumstances, and it looks like they denied the authorization based on the information the doctor gave us.”
Member: “My doctor wrote the d*** prescription!”
Me: “I understand that, sir, but your plan has denied the coverage. We cannot ship you a medication the plan will not cover. You would have to get it at the local pharmacy, but you will pay out of pocket—”
Member: “No! It costs me twenty f****** dollars a pill there! You fix it and send me my pills!”
Me: “Sir, I apologize, but I am unable to do that—”
Member: “WELL, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET LAID NOW, MISSY?”
My trainer later told me she had to hold in laughter when she listened to that call. Unfortunately, things only got more colorful from there.