Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Medical Alert

"... I’m not trying to sell you anything..."

Medical Alert

“Don’t waste your time trying to sell me something!”
I say to the guy on the other end, and he comes back
with, “I’m not trying to sell you anything. I’m trying
to give you something that could save your life!”

As I let him continue, it turns out he’s trying
to ‘give me’ one of those Medical Alert Systems,
that I could use if I fall and can’t dial a phone.

With that, I say to him, “You know. . . I’ll probably
be able to use one of those if I’m still around in 15
to 20 years, but right now I don’t need it, and I don’t
want you to waste any more time trying to make me
believe that I ‘d get it all for free.”

“It is all for free!” he responds emphatically, to which
I shoot back “Find someone who really needs it
and you’ll be doing a great service. You take care!”

“I know that you could use it!” I hear him say
before I hang up the phone. . .







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