I was counting out pills for a customer that would soon arrive, when this man casually strolled in. I had never seen him before, he was somewhere in his sixties or seventies. He had a long white beard that rested on his button up shirt. I remember glancing up at him when he came in the door. The pharmacist met him at the register, where from out of his wallet he produced a paper prescription.
“I’d like to get this filled.” He said.
The pharmacist took the prescription behind the counter and started entering it into the computer. I had just finished counting the pills for my patient’s prescription, when I noticed the pharmacist stop typing. I glanced over at him to see him really looking this prescription over.
I figured the doctor had forgotten to sign it or something by the way he was looking at it. The pharmacist left the computer and walked back up to the register.
“Sir, this is a C2 prescription. I need to see your ID to fill it.”
On a side note, encase you don’t know, a C2 is a Controlled Substance.
The man shook his head like he understood and produced his wallet again, he pulled his ID out and then handed it over.
The pharmacist ran back up to the computer and began typing again. I was pulling up another prescription to fill when the pharmacist stopped for a second time. I looked over to find a puzzled look plastered on his face.
‘What now?’ I thought.
The pharmacist walked back down to the register, still looking at the ID.
“Sir is this prescription for you?”
“Yes.” The man didn’t seem a bit concerned.
I leaned on the counter and watched on, at this point I knew something was about to happen.
“This is your ID?” The pharmacist asked holding it up.
“Yes.” Still no concern.
“Do you go by another name?”
“No, why?” Now the guy seemed perturbed.
“Well, the name on this ID is different from name on the prescription.”
“Well I know that!” The man spit exasperated, “It’s a fake prescription!”
I heard it-watched it-still couldn’t believe it.
The pharmacist was taken aback and didn’t speak for a moment. Finally all that came out was, “Sir I can’t fill this.”
The man then proceeded to throw both of his arms over his head in utter disgust. He turned around with a loud huff and walked right out, leaving the pharmacist standing there with the prescription and ID in hand. The pharmacist turned and looked at me, still dumbfounded.
I was still resting my chin on my hand when I asked, “You want to call the cops or me?”
And people wonder why I am the way I am…
“I’d like to get this filled.” He said.
The pharmacist took the prescription behind the counter and started entering it into the computer. I had just finished counting the pills for my patient’s prescription, when I noticed the pharmacist stop typing. I glanced over at him to see him really looking this prescription over.
I figured the doctor had forgotten to sign it or something by the way he was looking at it. The pharmacist left the computer and walked back up to the register.
“Sir, this is a C2 prescription. I need to see your ID to fill it.”
On a side note, encase you don’t know, a C2 is a Controlled Substance.
The man shook his head like he understood and produced his wallet again, he pulled his ID out and then handed it over.
The pharmacist ran back up to the computer and began typing again. I was pulling up another prescription to fill when the pharmacist stopped for a second time. I looked over to find a puzzled look plastered on his face.
‘What now?’ I thought.
The pharmacist walked back down to the register, still looking at the ID.
“Sir is this prescription for you?”
“Yes.” The man didn’t seem a bit concerned.
I leaned on the counter and watched on, at this point I knew something was about to happen.
“This is your ID?” The pharmacist asked holding it up.
“Yes.” Still no concern.
“Do you go by another name?”
“No, why?” Now the guy seemed perturbed.
“Well, the name on this ID is different from name on the prescription.”
“Well I know that!” The man spit exasperated, “It’s a fake prescription!”
I heard it-watched it-still couldn’t believe it.
The pharmacist was taken aback and didn’t speak for a moment. Finally all that came out was, “Sir I can’t fill this.”
The man then proceeded to throw both of his arms over his head in utter disgust. He turned around with a loud huff and walked right out, leaving the pharmacist standing there with the prescription and ID in hand. The pharmacist turned and looked at me, still dumbfounded.
I was still resting my chin on my hand when I asked, “You want to call the cops or me?”
And people wonder why I am the way I am…
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