Walgreens Drive-thru Story #3
This one is short but sweet.
A customer came through the drive-thru at the pharmacy in which I worked last night (the location of which I will not disclose due to privacy concerns), and requested prescriptions to be picked up.
After watching the tech ring up all three prescriptions, and give her the total, she decided that she wanted different quantities than prescribed on each of the three medications.
The tech dealing with this customer hung up the receiver to Lane 1, swore loudly, and turned to me and said,
“I need you to re-review Frostie XXX’s (last name omitted) medications. She wants different quantities on all three.”
Me: “Did you say, ‘FROSTY’?”
Tech (unaffected completely): “Yeah. You’d have thought she’d have TOLD me WHEN SHE PHONED IT IN that she wanted….yaddayaddayadda.”
Me: “Is ‘Frostie’ a PERSON or a PET?” (still hung up on the “Frostie” name; we often fill prescriptions for people’s pets)
Tech: “A person. She’s sitting in Lane 1 right now.”
Me: “Frostie. Her real legal name is Frostie.”
Tech (still completely unaffected): “Yep. Oh, and her sister’s name is Misty.”
Me: silent, with mouth hanging open.
Tech: “There’s another one, too. What is it….I can’t remember. She also has a cousin, I think, whose name is Dewey. That’s right. Frostie, Misty and Dewey. OH! And WENDY! The other sister’s name is Wendy.”
Yes, folks, that’s Frostie, Misty, Wendy and Dewey all in the same family.
Only in Alabama.
Filed under: General, Catbird, Random Thoughts, Workin' Mom on June 29th, 2007
Wow, that’s funny!
Great stories!
and here, in Oregon (and Alaska). . .
Alder, Cherry, Poplar, Willow, Juniper, Tamarack (names of trees)
and
Tekla, (naming children after her sled dogs; there’s several other I can’t remember)
Glad you can find humor in some stressful situations
I love your drive-thru stories. They make me laugh out loud. I confess, I’ve been lurking and not commenting like I should. But I enjoy your stories none the less.
LOVE your stories, like Pam! In SC I met a man named Bubba and that was his real name!
In Puerto Rico my mom’s generation has weired nicknames that have nothing to do with the person’s actually name. Maybe I’ll blog about it.