(An order comes to my pharmacy for a well-known antibiotic. This antibiotic is known to smell exactly like rotten eggs, so most of us just hold our breath while we count it and try not to think about it too much. We dispense it to a woman who is picking it up for her teenage son. Everything is normal and she leaves with the prescription, but about 10 minutes later she comes stomping back into the pharmacy, pretty much shoves the person that I am currently helping out of the way, and throws the bottle of medication on the counter.)
Customer: “I want to speak to your manager right now! You guys gave me rotten medication!”
Me: “Really? Let me look at the expiration date on your bottle. Normally we don’t keep anything that has one less than a year away.”
(I look at the bottle and see that the pharmacist wrote a date of over a year away, and I go over to our stock bottle and check and the numbers correspond with each other.)
Me: “Hmm. Well, ma’am, it doesn’t look like this medication is expired but I will have the phar—”
Customer: “You are just lying! I mean, come on and open that bottle! It smells totally rotten! I can’t believe that you would ever give someone bad medication! My son is very very ill!”
Me: “Oh, that’s just because the active chemical that is in this medication has a bad smell. Trust me, I wish there was something that we could do about it back here, too. Most of us hold our breath while we count it.”
Customer: “Stop ****** lying to me. You just don’t want to admit you did something wrong! I will have your job for this, b****!
(At this point the pharmacist who has been listening the whole time walks over.)
Pharmacist: “Ma’am, while I don’t like the fact that you are calling my staff names like that I will let you know two things. One is, certain chemicals have a bad smell. It’s just a fact of life. So, while I know that smell is unpleasant, it’s just one of those side effects that come with being able to take medications that will help your sick son. I assure you it’s supposed to smell that bad. If it didn’t, it wouldn’t work right. Two, since you don’t seem to want to listen to my employees and call them awful names, this will be the last time that you or any members of your family can shop or fill any type of medication here. Maybe in the future you can learn how to treat people the way you want to be treated.”
(The woman proceeded to turn bright red with embarrassment and tried to apologize, but my boss wouldn’t hear it. That was almost two years ago and he still will not allow her or her family to fill their prescriptions at his pharmacy.)
(I am 20 years old at this time. Valentine’s Day is approaching, so I go out to the store to buy some fake wine and chocolates for my boyfriend.)
Cashier: “Oooh, a date for Valentine’s Day?”
Me: “Yep! We’re going out to dinner, and I thought I’d buy this stuff for dessert.”
Cashier: “Nice! Can I see some ID for the wine?”
Me: “Oh, that’s grape juice. It doesn’t have alcohol.”
Cashier: “No, I need to see your ID for the wine. I can’t sell it to you if you’re under 21.”
Me: “No, it’s sparkling grape juice. I’m 20 and I’ve bought it before. It doesn’t have any alcohol in it.”
Cashier: “I suppose I can let it slide for a pretty girl like you.”
Me: “Excuse me? First off, that would be illegal if this was real wine, and second, I just mentioned I have a boyfriend. It’s fake wine. Please just let me buy this and leave.”
Cashier: “No need to be like that. I’ll sell it to you.”
Me: “Thank you! What’s my total?”
Cashier: “Your phone number.”
Me: “What?”
Cashier: “I’ll give this to you for your phone number! I can take you out someplace really nice to eat, and then we can go back to my place if you know what I mean. I get free condoms for working here!”
Me: “Here’s $10. This should cover my purchases. I’m going to leave and pretend you didn’t just ask me to have sex with you in exchange for dinner and my groceries.”
Me: “Thank you for calling [Pharmacy], how can I—”
Customer: “So I just requested a refill, and I want to know when it will be ready.”
Me: “Okay, what is your name?”
(The customer gives her name. I see that no refill was requested. The medication is out of refills, and needs approval from the doctor.)
Me: “I am very sorry, but we must not have gotten your refill request. I see that there are no refills available. I am going to have to fax the doctor.”
Customer: “I did that. I went to their site and asked the doctor to do that. It should have just given my request to you, and it should be ready by now.”
Me: “So, which website did you go to? Was it ours, or your doctor’s site?”
Customer: “His, duh! How can you be that stupid? I requested it, and you see that request, and then you just fill out the paper to give me refills. All the doctor does is sign it. It should take like all of five minutes to get that done. So when the h*** is my prescription going to be ready?!”
Me: “Ma’am, I am sorry. We are in no way connected to your doctor’s office. They have their own software, and we have ours. We cannot in any way see what you have requested with your doctor’s office. We have to wait until he contacts us, and sometimes that can take up to three days for a response. Now if you are out of this medica—”
Customer: “This is unacceptable! I know how these computer things work. You can look up any person’s prescriptions anywhere and anytime, no matter what pharmacy they are at! Now fill my f****** prescription!”
Me: “Ma’am, there is no way I can do that. That would be in direct violation of federal law. There is a privacy act that means that we cannot share medical information with anyone else without your direct consent. Would you like it if I could access your medical record right now and see things like what you went to the ER for?”
(Note: this customer is a notorious drug seeker, and is well known at ERs and Urgent Cares throughout the area. She also knows that we know.)
Customer: “…uh, no.”
Me: “That’s why we can’t see anything your doctor may have on you, or what requests you may have made to him. It’s to protect your privacy. Now since this isn’t a narcotic, I can ask the pharmacist if we can advance you some of your medication until we hear back from the doctor.”
Customer: “Uh yeah, okay. That will be fine then.”
(My pharmacist later pulls me to the side and tells me that I did a great job with a difficult customer, and with keeping my cool. Come Christmas time, I got a few extra bucks in my bonus!)
(My daughter has a seizure disorder. We are a low income family, and we get low cost insurance through the state for her. However, because of this disorder, she has separate insurance through the state; the pharmacy knows this.)
Tech: “Um, okay, so we tried to run your daughter’s medication and it won’t go through. We have to contact [regular] insurance to see why it won’t go through.”
Me: “Wait, no… you have to run it through [other] insurance. I called this in like three days ago, and you are now just calling me?! That is medication she takes for her seizures. I am out too, and I can’t have her miss a dose.”
Tech: “We did and it didn’t work. You can pay cash for it. That’s $54.99.”
Me: “Look, I am low income. I can’t afford something that expensive. Are you sure you ran it through the right insurance?”
Tech: “Uh, yeah. It’s not my fault you let your insurance lapse or something. You need to call [regular] insurance and take care of it on your end or else pay cash.”
(I call my daughter’s regular insurance, who confirms my side of things. They call the pharmacy and get them to approve the medication. I call back, but request to speak with a pharmacist directly.)
Me: “So, did it work this time?”
Pharmacist: “Yeah, it did. I’m sorry [tech] was acting that way. She just didn’t want to run it on the other insurance because it takes a few more steps to make.”
Me: “Yeah, I know. I’ve heard this song and dance every month for the last three months and nothing has changed. Look, my kid was totally out of her seizure meds! She could have had a seizure because of your lack of calling me about it in a timely manner and making jump through hoops I don’t need to.”
Pharmacist: “Well, I’m really busy, and I can’t watch everything they do all the time.”
Me: “Wow, you just inspired me to take my business elsewhere and call corporate to complain.”
(Within two hours, my daughter’s prescriptions we transferred to another pharmacy where they DO take the time to run it correctly and call me if/when there is a problem. I recently went back into that store to return something and there was an entirely new staff in the pharmacy. I hope these ones do actually care!)
(I am working late at night in a 24-hour pharmacy. There are only three customers in the store: a scruffy but clean young couple and another gentleman. The woman in the young couple is very heavily pregnant, and her partner is picking up the range of baby hats we carry and holding them up against her stomach, then looking at the prices and sadly putting them back. They pick up a packet of the cheapest pain medication we carry and bring it to the counter.)
Female Customer: “I’m sorry, but can you please ask the pharmacist if these are safe for me to take?”
Me: “Of course!”
(While we’re waiting for the pharmacist to come out, they tell me they’re expecting their daughter any day now. The pharmacist has been watching the young couple since they came in.)
Pharmacist: “These are fine, but can I ask why you need them?”
Female Customer: “Oh, I have a horrible cough that’s making my back ache even worse. I can’t get to sleep.”
(The pharmacist goes through a list of cough medicines safe for her to take, before the young man shakes his head with tears in his eyes.)
Male Customer: “I’m sorry, I’ve just lost my job and we really can’t afford any of those. Sorry for wasting your time.”
Pharmacist: “That’s okay, but this packet is damaged, and legally I can’t let you take it. Seeing as it was the last one, let me and [my name] go look in the back for some more.”
(The pharmacist takes me out the back, where he puts three packets of name brand painkillers, four bottles of name brand cough syrup, a wheat bag for her back, a tin of formula, a packet of newborn nappies and a few of the hats the couple was looking at into a box. He hands me the box and tells me to take it out to them. I do and they both burst into tears, thanking us over and over again. They leave with huge smiles on their faces.)
Female Customer: “Thank you again!”
Other Customer: “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but over hear. Did you say you just lost your job at [local company]?”
Male Customer: “Yes, I was an IT tech.”
Other Customer: “I own [other computer store in the area], and I’m looking for a new tech. Can you start tomorrow?”
(There were tears all round that night. A week later, the young woman brought in her beautiful daughter and a giant batch of cupcakes for the pharmacy staff. Best night at work ever!)
(My first child is sick and has been up all night crying with a fever. Before the store even opens, I am in the parking lot staring through the store window at the medicine I need with my sick, screaming baby. I can see and hear two employees nearby watching and making fun of me.)
Rude Employee #1 : “Oh my god, do you see that? That crack w**** is here with her crack baby so early in the morning! I thought those kinds of people only came out at night.”
Rude Employee #2 : “I guess you can never tell. I wonder what’s so important that she has to bring her screaming brat with her before we even open?”
(I ignore them as I wait patiently, but after another ten minutes my patience is wearing thin. I am about to tell them off when another employee walks up to the front doors and opens them.)
Nice Employee: “Ma’am, I know the store isn’t open for another twenty minutes, but I wanted to check on you.”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. My baby has had a fever all night and just won’t sleep! I only need something to help her fever so she’ll stop crying.”
Nice Employee: “I see. Would you come with me, please?”
(He opens the door for me and lets me into the store.)
Nice Employee: “Get what you need and I’ll meet you on register one to ring you out.”
Rude Employee #1 : “Hey! Don’t let that crack w**** in here. Her baby’s not sick! She’s just scamming you so she can shoplift!”
(Fortunately, the nice employee ignores them and helps me find what I need and walks me to the front of the store)
Nice Employee: “I’m sorry we let you wait out there so long. If I had known I would have gotten to you sooner. Unfortunately the registers are still not open, so I can’t ring you in, but I can let you go home with the medicine.”
Me: “But I have to pay for it. Let me at least leave some money here. You’ve been so nice; you can keep the extra as a tip.”
Nice Employee: “Ma’am, that’s very sweet of you, but I must insist you take your medicine and your sweet little girl home. As a single father, I have been in your shoes before, so I would like to pay for your baby’s medicine.”
Me: “Thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much!”
(I always go back to that store just because of that one nice employee. He totally makes up for the rude ones.)
(I’m a 25-year-old Brony. I use a Brony lanyard with several Pony buttons on it to wear my name tag, and a wallet that has a short leather Rainbow Dash tail sticking out of my back pocket. I also have looks that some consider girly, and am often confused for a girl. I am serving a male customer who appears to be around my age.)
Customer: “Hi… I’m here to pick up my Dad’s prescriptions.”
Me: “Certainly, I just need the name and date of birth.”
Customer: “So, when do you get off?”
Me: “Uh… why?”
Customer: “Well, I was wondering if you might want to go out for drinks a little later.”
Me: “Whoa, buddy, stop right there. I’m probably not your type, anyway, since I’m a guy.”
Customer: “Oh, yeah, I can tell. I like your wallet by the way.”
Me: “Thanks. I’m a Brony, but, uh… I don’t really swing that way, man. I have a girlfriend; she actually gave me the bracelet as a gift.”
(I take out my wallet, and show him the picture of us in the front.)
Customer: “Oh! That’s a cute picture. That’s too bad.”
Me: “No big deal, though. I’m actually kind of flattered; you’re the first guy to hit on me thinking I’m a guy. Usually it’s some pervert that thinks I’m a girl. It’s usually one of those ‘anything that moves and has boobs’ types.”
Customer: “Hah! No way! Have a good one. Gimme a brohoof, and tell your girlfriend she’s lucky.”
(We brohoof, and he leaves. Thank Celestia for people who can take ‘no’ for an answer!)
(When we get truck, they normally try and schedule it so at least one male is working to help, since the boxes are stacked up very high and often quite heavy. On this particular day however it’s me and the store manager who is notoriously lazy. I’m only five feet tall and he’s well over six feet.)
Store Manager: “[My name], I need you to start sorting the totes.”
Me: “I’m going to need some help.”
Store Manager: “There’s no reason you can’t do it!”
Me: “So, you think I should be able to scale the ladder, lift a bulky 35 pound tote and make my way safely back down?”
Store Manager: “Yes, why is that so hard?”
Me: “It’s not safe.”
Store Manager: “I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done!”
(He stalks off while I try and figure out how to do this. One of our pharmacy techs cuts through the backroom and sees me; I’m visibly upset at this point.)
Pharmacy Tech: “Hey, what are you doing?”
Me: “[Store manager] left me alone to try and get all these totes down.”
Pharmacy Tech: “Right, like that’s totally safe.”
Me: “He doesn’t care. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to do it to avoid not only hurting myself, but breaking anything.”
Pharmacy Tech: “Yeah, hang on…”
(He goes back into the pharmacy before reappearing and shucking his vest.)
Pharmacy Tech: “We’re slow, and like h*** I’m letting you do this by yourself. The pharmacist told me to go ahead and help you.”
Me: “Won’t you get in trouble?”
Pharmacy Tech: “I’d like to see him try and get me in trouble.”
(The tech helps me get the down so I can more easily sort the totes. After we’ve finished, the store manager shows back up.)
Store Manager: “I can’t believe you’ve only gotten this much done!”
Me: “Well, maybe if you were actually halfway competent you would have realized that you were supposed to be helping me! I’m one person, what exactly have you been doing all this time? Sit around on your butt texting in the office, most likely!”
Store Manager: “You can’t talk to me that way! I’m your boss!”
Me: “Not anymore!”
(I threw my name tag at him and walked out. Several other members of management called to try and get me to come back, but I refused. I found a job at another pharmacy and shortly later, my pharmacy tech buddy joined me there!)
Customer #1 : “I’m picking up a script for [name].”
(I proceed to look it up. However, the system alerts me that we do not have anything ready.)
Me: “I don’t see that we have anything ready for you, ma’am.”
Customer #1 : “What do you mean, you don’t have anything! They called two days ago!”
Me: “I apologize, ma’am. If a prescription sits on our shelf for too long, we have to put it back on our stock shelf.”
Customer #1 : “It’s only been a week! That’s just stupid! Give me back my script! I’ll go to [rival store]! Only one week! Absurd!”
(I escort her to my co-worker, so that I may help the other customers in line.)
Customer #2 : “Oh, honey, I think I may have done the same thing and waited too long; can you check?”
Me: “Certainly, sir.”
(I check, and indeed his was placed back to stock as well.)
Me: “Yes, sir, I’m afraid so.”
(Customer #2 speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.)
Customer #2 : “Oh, shoot. IT’S PURELY MY FAULT FOR FORGETTING, EVEN AFTER Y’ALL WERE SO NICE TO CALL ME TWICE. Thank you, sugar; I’ll go talk to [co-worker].”
(I am a pharmacy technician. The pharmacist receives a call.)
Caller: “This is Lisa; I am calling from Dr. [Name]’s office. I need to call in a prescription for a patient.”
Pharmacist: “Sure, what is the patient’s name?”
Caller: “It is [Patient].”
Pharmacist: “And the prescription?”
Caller: “It’s [narcotic], 90 pills, three times a day.”
Pharmacist: “Okay, thanks.”
(The pharmacist hangs up and turns to me, frowning.)
Pharmacist: “Do you know anything about this?”
Me: “What? No, why?”
(The pharmacist shows me the called-in prescription.)
Me: “Oh! Lisa was fired months ago. You had better call the police.”
(When Lisa came in to pick up the narcotic prescription for her boyfriend, the police were there to arrest her. The doctor she used to work for is my father; she was trying to use his license number to get pills from a dozen nearby pharmacies.)
Health & Body, Jerk, Pharmacy | Right | March 26, 2013
(I am eight years old. My mother, father, and I are all in the chemist to get some medication. My father has a rare spinal condition which is causing him to wobble when he walks, even with a frame. We’re waiting at the counter and hear a customer behind us make a remark under their breath; deliberately loud enough for us to hear.)
Customer: “Drunk at nine am; you should be ashamed.”
(We try to ignore it.)
Customer: “This is disgusting; you should be so embarrassed.”
(I don’t like this person being rude to my father.)
Me: “Watch your tone lady. If you’d bother to be polite and ask if my father is okay, you’d know he has a special illness that makes him this way. He’s not drunk; he’s my father, and I love him. Now apologize for being so mean about him.”
(She went red, stammered, and went down an aisle. The pharmacist gave me a lollipop.)
(Two customers enter at the same time. One is a woman, and the other is a man in his 70s. I get their scripts ready. As the woman is done first, I send her up to the tills while I finish with the man. Since there is another customer at the tills, I end up putting the man through before the woman is served.)
Woman: “I was here first! How come he is served before me? What does he have that I don’t?
(The man responds without a second thought.)
Man: “Raw sex appeal.”
(If I was allowed to discount scripts, I would have given him his for free.)
(I work as a pharmacy tech at a chain pharmacy. I am also currently in pharmacy school and will be a pharmacist one day.)
Customer: “You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Me: “I’m sorry. Can I help you with something?”
Customer: “No! I refuse to be helped by a high school dropout! You should be ashamed of yourself for working where children can see you! You are going to make them think that it is okay to not have an education!”
Me: “Ma’am, I am not a high school dropout. I have a high school diploma and I am currently in pharmacy school working towards a Doctor of Pharmacy. I am going to be a pharmacist one day.”
Customer: “Stop lying! I have never heard of a pharmacist before. You are a high school dropout!”
Manager: “Can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes! Your employee is lying to me! She says she is going to be a pharmacist! That job doesn’t exist!”
(The manager looks at our pharmacist who is near tears from laughing so hard.)
Manager: “Ma’am, see the man over there? He’s the one who filled your prescription. He is a pharmacist.”
Customer: “No he isn’t! He just counts pills! You don’t need school for that!”
(I am buying some make-up for myself. I have oily skin and very mild acne, so my dermatologist has recommended using powder foundations. I’m a student working part-time so I can’t afford the high range stuff, but I still buy reliable branded products.)
Cashier: “Are you wearing this now?” *screws up her nose at my powder*
Me: “Um yeah, I always get that one.”
Cashier: “Well, you should get [famous brand] matte foundation instead. We’ve got it for like $80. I bought some myself.”
Me: “Oh thanks, but I can’t really afford it! I like this powder because I just want some light coverage for blemishes and it looks quite natural. And it’s on special for $38, which sounds good to me!”
Cashier: “Ugh, but you’re so pale, and I can see you’ve got some gross little pimples by your chin! This stuff is way better. See?”
(The cashier points at her own face. True, she doesn’t seem to have any acne showing, but she hasn’t blended it to her neck and consequently looks like she is wearing a mask. On top of this, she seems to have applied several layers of the stuff and a load of bronzer, so the makeup resembles orange cake mix, set off nicely with false eyelashes and bright blue eyeshadow.)
Me: “Oh, yeah it is quite nice… but I think I’ll stick with my powder.”
Cashier: “Whatever…” *rolls eyes* “You’ll find the cheap tanning sprays over in the corner!”
(I am counseling a customer who is receiving a prescription for her child’s strep throat. As she’s signing for the prescription, I give her directions on the medication.)
Me: “It needs to be shaken well.”
(All of a sudden, she starts shaking the electronic pen that is attached to the signature pad. After a moment she stops.)
Customer: “You meant shake the medicine, didn’t you
(I am a college student and picking up my inhaler from a local pharmacy. I’ve just gotten a new prescription insurance card and need to have the information changed. Since I’m under my parents’ insurance, the card is in my father’s name.)
Me: “I’d like to pick up my prescription and update my insurance.”
(I hand the pharmacy tech the insurance card.)
Tech: “This is under a guy’s name. You’re a girl.”
Me: “Yes, that’s my father’s name. I’m included under his insurance.”
Tech: “So, you’re under your husband’s insurance. Let me see if I can update that.”
Me: “Father, not husband.”
Tech: “What’s your husband’s date of birth?”
Me: “That’s my father, not my husband, and it’s [date].”
Tech: “Wow! You look young to be married to someone that old.”
Me: “For the third time, I am under my father’s insurance. I’m not married.”
Tech: “Oh. Okay. Well, I need to show this to the pharmacist on duty.”
(She walks over to the pharmacist, who is still within my earshot.)
Tech: “Hey, this girl is under her husband’s insurance and I need help updating her info…”
Me: “Thank you for calling the pharmacy. How may I help you?
Customer: “Hi, my fiancè’s mother is incompetent, and I am going to be helping out with her medicines.”
(When she says ‘incompetent,’ I am thinking she might want to transfer the woman’s meds to our pharmacy, has a question about her drugs, or something of the sort.)
Me: “Okay, what can I help you with?”
Customer: “Since she is incompetent, I think she is going to need some kind of diaper or underwear. So, what do y’all sell there?”
(I work at a pharmacy, both as a tech and at the till when necessary. It is a Sunday, so the pharmacy is not heavily staffed. The sole customer waiting is a man, late 20s to early 30s, wearing a pink button-up shirt.)
Me: “Hello, sir. How can I help you?”
Pink Guy: “Six for [Name].”
(I search the current container and find five prescriptions. It’s not uncommon for a prescription to be put in adjacent containers if the proper one is too full, which this one likely was. I search the other containers but don’t find anything.)
Me: “One sec, I have to check the computer.”
(I check the computer. I do verify he has six prescriptions to pick up.)
Me: “Sorry about that. Can I verify the date of birth, please?”
Pink Guy: “What is this? You want my date of birth now?”
Me: “Yes sir, to verify the prescription.”
Pink Guy: “You guys never asked for that before.”
(I am roughly two years’ tenure in the pharmacy, and that has been a part of policy since day one.)
Me: “If I could just verify the date of birth to make sure there isn’t another person with the same name?”
Pink Guy: “It’s not very likely you’d have two people with the same exact name. I suppose you want me to verify my social security number in case someone has both my name and my birthday?”
(We actually do have two people with the same name and birthday.)
Me: “Not necessarily. I would go by address or phone number first.”
Pink Guy: “I’m not comfortable giving you my date of birth.”
Me: “I already have a date of birth here. I just need you to verify at least the month and the day.”
Pink Guy: *crossing his arms* “Fine. But just know that you’ve never asked me for this before and I’ve been coming here for years. It’s [birthday].”
Me: “Thank you, sir.” *check each of the prescriptions* “Okay. And I have all six prescriptions.”
Pink Guy: “Six?”
Me: “Yes, sir, six prescriptions.”
Pink Guy: “Not seven?”
Me: “Was there more?”
Pink Guy: “There should be one more.”
Me: “Okay, let me check the computer.”
(I go back to the computer, and re-enter him just to refresh the data. I verify each prescription that I have and make sure he doesn’t have another one that he usually refilled; none pop out.)
Me: “I only have six prescriptions for you, sir.”
Pink Guy: *with an inflection implying I’m a moron* “And there aren’t any for my wife?”
Me: “Oh, I see. It’s under another name.” *without asking him, I query by address, and find his wife. I see that she does have a pending prescription, but there’s a catch* “Did you call it in today?”
Pink Guy: “Yeah, I called it in this morning. It said it’d be ready tomorrow but I figured you guys would have it ready by now.”
Me: *explaining casually* “Well, not exactly. You see, when you call it in it actually gets picked up by an outside pharmacy and they fill it and ship it to us next-day. You did it through the automated system, right?”
Pink Guy: “Well, yeah. I’ve done it before and you guys had it ready.”
Me: “Well… I’m not sure about that time, but I do know the automated system tells you when the pickup is and then asks if you want it earlier; if you select that you want it earlier it sends it to us. Maybe that just didn’t go through this time.”
Pink Guy: “No, I just assumed you’d have it ready by now.”
(Well, at least he’s honest.)
Me: “Well, I’m sorry but we don’t. But I can pull it and we can fill it here. The pharmacist is out to lunch, but when he gets back in about ten minutes he’ll fill it right away. Do you have some shopping you could do or would you like to wait in the waiting area?”
(The pharmacist is behind the counter, but I’m not going to bother him unless I absolutely have to.)
Pink Guy: “No! I don’t have time for all of this crap! If you guys aren’t ready I’ll just waste my time and gas and get it tomorrow! I’m in a hurry!”
Me: “I’m sorry about that, sir.”
(I start scanning and bagging the prescriptions. He reaches across the counter at me to tear the bag away from me.)
Me: “Excuse me, just a sec, sir. I need you to verify the information on the screen.”
Pink Guy: “I thought you already verified everything. That’s why I gave you my date of birth!”
Me: “I need you to verify everything on the screen. Make sure all of the information is correct and hit ‘next’ in the lower-right of the screen.”
(Without looking at the screen, he hits the ‘back’ button at the lower-left.)
Me: *re-initializing the verification phase* “It’s the ‘next’ button on the lower-right, sir.”
(Second time’s the charm. He still doesn’t look at the screen.)
Me: “And if you could sign to verify you’ve picked up the prescriptions.”
Pink Guy: *mutters a signing-my-life-away cliche* “There. Are we done?” *extends his hand, expectantly*
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