Sunday, May 04, 2008

You're Welcome

I picked up a prescription at the drugstore today. The pharmacist technician rang it up and tossed it in a bag with my two bottles of nail polish: bright red and sparkles for my toes ~ summer's going to come again; I'm almost sure of it!

A few hours later, I dumped the contents of the bag on my kitchen counter and wondered idly about the second little paper pharmacy bag inside. Had they divided my prescription in two for some reason? I picked it up and discovered that they had given me someone else's in addition to my own.

At that point I realized that I was in possession of some rather personal information about someone whose last name follows mine alphabetially. Her full name, for instance, along with her address, phone number, and the fact that she takes antidepressants. I was also, in fact, in possession of a bottle of Lexapro. What might one do with a windfall of SSRIs?

I thought the pharmacy might be in something of a compromised position. If I were the real designatee of said meds, I would not want someone else reading up on my private life via a drugstore bag.

So sometime later, as I left town, I took my newfound little treasure back from whence it came. I thought the pharmacy tech might be a tad relieved ~ even grateful. I had not, you know, dropped the meds off for their real owner, which might have been more convenient for me, and I did not suggest that the tech and her colleagues might be more careful in the future. I just said that she had given me an rx by mistake, and waited for her to say thanks.

Instead, she narowed her eyes and looked at me accusingly. "We wondered where these had gone!" she said.

OK, then, I guess you're welcome. Next time I plan a drugstore heist, I'll be more circumspect. I won't, for instance, return the booty.

11 comments:

Lisa :-] said...

Wow! The ultimate in customer service! Ouch!

LawAndGospel said...

Amazing. But not surprising. Sadly. Cheers for the end of the semester!

Presbyterian Gal said...

Yes, gratitude has gone extinct here on the left coast as well.

Jan said...

That's so sad. I'm sorry she didn't appreciate you. I do.

Diane said...

eeeewww! hardly anybody says, "I'm sorry" anymore either.

they forgot: it wasn't YOUR fault.

Virginia said...

The older I get, the less tolerance I have for inappropriate behaviors. I would call and ask to speak to the manage and recount the story and ask if that is how you should expect to be treated when you visit their store and when you are doing a favor for them.

Of course, I live in the land of the rude and the arrogant and the aggressive and the entitlement mentality people (DC) - so maybe I have just lost all my resilence.

Virginia

Mrs. M said...

xoxo.

People can get awfully snippy when they're embarrassed.

Katherine E. said...

I can so relate. Good story, well told, GG.

Joan Calvin said...

Thanks for your note to me. You can email me at rebekahroxanna@yahoo.com. I'm off to Cleveland today, so I probably won't get it until tomorrow. I'm struggling with how I will have enough energy to make it!

bean said...

no one teaches manners anymore. harumph.

RevDrKate said...

I would have thought a little more graciousness would have been in order on their part as they could have been in world of messiness had you responded differently. Sigh....