“Welcome to Shaw Pharmacy. What can I help with?”
“I just flew in from Florida … .”
“Were you dropping off or picking up a prescription?”
“Well, it’s complicated. The prescription was originally filled in Florida, but I requested it to be filled here. I just landed in Traverse. My flight was … .”
“So, you’re picking up a prescription. What is the last name?”
“Elisabeth Meyer. Elisabeth spelled with an -s not a -z. I was named after my great-grandmother. But I go by Beth. My really close friends call me Liza.”
“There are two prescriptions ready for Elisabeth Meyer.”
“Is it spelled with that -s? Someone tried to change it once and I got really upset. My granny… .”
“Verify the address or date of birth.”
“Well, what address do you have? I have three houses you know. One here, one in Boston and I just flew … .”
“Then, verify the date of birth.”
“Silly, that’s embarrassing. You never ask a woman her age.”
“Well, you know, the address question seemed so complicated and identity needs to be verified. Fortunately, your date of birth n-e-v-e-r changes.”*
“Hmp. May 11, 1955.”
*insert: , bitch. Silently, of course.
