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I Got The Sheriff
One eventful evening, I was hard at work doing my technician duties when another technician, my partner in crime, ran up to me and told me I had a phone call.
One of my duties at that time was to do all the ordering for that pharmacy, from pills, to products, to inventory items, you name it, I ordered it. I did this every day, nonstop, Monday through Friday. At this point, what I ordered and what I needed came second nature and I knew what was coming from where and usually how much it cost.
This particular day, when my technician came running up to me to tell me I had a phone call, she instructed me that it was about one of my orders.
“Miss Laura,” she said, “The package you ordered yesterday was held up.”
This wasn’t really surprising; a lot of packages get held up for different reasons. It was a pain but what could you do? I’ll admit though, I was annoyed, I needed what was in that package to fill an order.
It came out in more of a hiss than a question, which I didn’t mean for it to.
“I don’t know,” she said, “It was held up by the Sheriff.”
I’m sorry, what?
I didn’t order THOSE drugs. I ordered the legal ones. I stood there for a minute trying to figure out what in the world I ordered could have caused the Sheriff to get involved.
Last time I checked, Preparation H and Fixodent were perfectly legal in North Carolina.
“They’re waiting for you on the phone,” she told me.
As I walked to the phone, I wondered what the caption would be under my mugshot. I took a deep breath and answered the phone.
“This is Laura can I help you.”
“Hey, Laura. This is Danny. I was calling to let you know that your order was held up due to snow in Sheriff county.”
I felt my face twist.
“Sheriff’s county,” I repeated.
“Yes,” he said, “I wanted to apologize for the inconvenience, but we hope to have your package to you tomorrow.”
I looked over at my technician, who looked as though she was about to check her bank account to make sure she had enough bail money for me.
I sighed into the phone, “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
Well, at least I got my cardio in for that day. Didn’t even have to work for it.
From My Pen
A glance at how hysterical my life is from the outside.