So, I’m sitting in the pharmacy drive-through line, while also on-hold with them, as no one actually confirmed that my prescription mishap had been fixed and it made me feel proactive giving myself the possibility to get out of line early if there was no need for me to be in the line in the first place. They do have a pretty solid record of screwing up. Actual story: I just annoyed myself with hold music for 20 minutes while waiting in the drive-through behind ONE car for 10 before having to just hang up because no one answered before grandma finally moved on. With a very American “Just give me this very simple thing that I want and do it NOW” sigh, I pulled up to the window.
That’s when the pharmacist asked me if he was bleeding.
I almost just answered this with my last name and birth-date before actually thinking about the greeting I was given. Thankfully, he didn’t waste time waiting for a response, as I was immediately given the 5 minute history of his chapped-lip issues and how he sometimes just chews at them, you know? And yeah this isn’t good but it’s just really hard not to do it. And do you know how hard it is to find decent Chapstick? Because this one (And yes, he did take the time to reach into his pocket and pull out the actual Chapstick that he absolutely did not condone but was forced to use…) just sucks. And that’s why his lips started bleeding a few minutes ago when he wiped his mouth, and he just wanted to make sure they weren’t still bleeding. With an obvious look of bewilderment, I assured him that his lips were fine and that I’d just like my prescription please, here’s my last name and birth-date. At this point, he spends another 5 minutes asking me about my address and how I liked that part of town because he was new and he was looking for a permanent spot to settle and actually did I know of some decently-priced housing nearby, where he proceeded to hold my prescription hostage while he rummaged for a pen and paper and waited for my thoughts. I could not make this up.
My prescription was finally released to me after a further explanation of how he actually did use to live here but it’s been so long and he wasn’t quite sure what areas were like now, and I took it and ran. I was still feeling a little bit of social-shock as I approached the Starbucks drive-through for a quick caffeine boost. No worries, though, because I had another 20 minutes to let it wear off while I waited for my very very simple iced coffee to meet me at the window. Seriously. But wait…there’s more…
I was pretty much over this “Quick trip” down the street before getting my actual work done, when I turned the corner out of the insanely slow Starbucks line only to join a pile of beeping vehicles who were blocked in AND out of the parking lot by a single sedan sitting in the middle of the road. There was a little old lady in the driver’s seat who must have been pushing 100, wearing a Santa Hat, and she was doing that thing you only see in movies where you back up an inch, pull up an inch, back up an inch, pull up an inch, and fail to realize that this repetitive motion is actually not getting you anywhere at all. She did find her steering wheel eventually, though,- a Christmas miracle for sure- and we were all free to go about our days. I had to laugh out loud at this point because seriously, World?
And that’s how I just earned my blackbelt in patience. Hiya!
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