Acting Like She Was Born Yesterday
Pharmacy | Right | January 3, 2017
(I’m waiting in line at the pharmacy; there’s one other gentleman in front of me, and then a fairly stereotypical “little old lady” up at the counter. I try not to judge, but…)
Lady: “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand.”
Pharmacist: “I just need you to give me your birth date for the system.”
Lady: “But those are my pills.”
Pharmacist: “I know, but I need to be able to type your birth date into the computer.”
Lady: “I don’t understand. I gave you my name.”
Pharmacist: “Yes, ma’am, but I need both your name AND your birth date.”
Lady: “Do I look like I’m too young to get pills?”
Pharmacist: “It’s not how old you are, ma’am. We just need the confirmation so we don’t give the wrong pills to the wrong person.”
Lady: “But they’re MY pills.”
Pharmacist: “Yes, ma’am. Please, just tell me the month and day you were born on…”
(This goes in a loop for about seven minutes, with the line getting longer and longer. Finally she relents and gives her birthdate… And takes another ten minutes trying to sort out how to use the credit card reader, refusing to let either the pharmacist or anyone else help her. Finally, she gets done, shuffles away, and the gentleman in front of me is called up.)
Man: “I’m picking up for [Man], my birthday is [Date], my phone number is [Number], my address is [Address], my first born’s name is [Son], and you can HAVE him if it speeds this up!”
(The rest of us, including the pharmacist, burst out laughing!)
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