Woman Orders Medication Online, Gets Human Arms and Fingers Instead

A Kentucky woman expected her prescription refill – the shipping company had different body parts in mind.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:11):
I'm Darren Marler, and this is weird dark news. A
woman in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, ordered medication online October twenty ninth,
because apparently walking into an actual pharmacy and talking to
an actual human being is way too twentieth century for us. Now,
she tracked her package. She waited by the door. She
probably did that thing we all do when we were fresh.

(00:33):
The tracking page seventeen times in three minutes, even though
the laws of physics prevent the delivery truck from teleporting.
Then she opened the bucks. Inside instead of pills, she
found human arms and fingers, not arms like guns or
other harmful weapons, and no, not chicken fingers, actual human

(00:53):
arms and actual human fingers, the kind typically attached to
actual human bodies, except in this case they were freelancing
in a cardboard box on her front porch in western Kentucky.
The delivery driver's exit, while saying have a nice day,
suddenly carried a whole new layer of creepy. Christian County
Coroner Scott Daniel confirmed to local news that yeah, those

(01:14):
were indeed human body parts, and yes they were supposed
to go somewhere else entirely, specifically to a medical training
facility where doctors in training could practice their doctoring on
something other than living people who still need all of
their original living parts. The mix up apparently involved an
airline company, a freight company, and a courier, which means

(01:35):
somewhere in America there exists a chain of custody paperwork
where missus Johnson's blood pressure pills and assorted human limbs
for educational purposes got their address labels swamped. Hey, at
least this lady can take comfort in knowing that somewhere
the medical instructor opened a box of hydrochlorothiazide and spent
several confused minutes wondering how you're supposed to practice surgical

(01:57):
incisions on a bottle of tiny little pills. Daniel retrieved
the wayward appendages and transported them to the morgue, where
they will be returned to their intended destination once everybody
involved stops screaming into pillows and updates their shipping protocols.
You think the dog ate my homework was an odd excuse,
try telling your professor that your homework hasn't arrived yet

(02:18):
because it took a detour through someone's living room. The
corridor explained that body parts are routinely shipped for transplants
and research purposes, which is both reassuring because that means
modern medicine works, and deeply unsettling because that means your
mail carrier has potentially handled more body parts than your doctor.
These shipments happen every day. Organs travel on ice, tissue samples,

(02:41):
fly coach science marches forward to a complex network of
refrigerated containers and people in hazmat suits who take their
jobs very seriously, except apparently on Wednesday nights in Hopkinsville, Kentucky.
I think again, this was just a couple of days
from Halloween, so it's kind of appropriate. I wonder if
the lady, whose name has percifully not been released because

(03:01):
she suffered enough thought somebody had sent her Halloween decorations
for her front porch. Humans have been shipping things since
the first person tied a rock to a stick and
handed it to someone else. We've gotten pretty good at it.
We can send a guitar to Tokyo, we can mail
a wedding cake to Wisconsin. We've put robots on Mars
for crying out loud, and yet, somehow, in twenty twenty five,

(03:22):
with barcode scanners and GPS tracking, and computers that could
recognize your face from across a crowd at airport, we
still managed to send somebody's high blood pressure medication to
a medical school and someone's detached dead arms and fingers
to a residential home. The woman who opened that package
will never again casually rip into a delivery box. She'll

(03:43):
tap it first, maybe shake it gently, possibly hire a
bomb squad. Her trust in the phrase out for delivery
has been permanently, irreparably shattered, and can you blame her?
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