Mr. Lamblam is here with two of his three adopted kids. He has them stuffed into a shopping cart. There's hardly any room for groceries. I guess that's how he keeps them from running off. It might actually be a concern because both kids are on ADHD drugs.
Mr. Lamblam wants to get one of them a flu shot. Sure, it's that time of year, right? Of course, he's shown up at the worst time to get a flu shot. I have people in line at both windows and a stack of scripts to fill as high as the Eiffel Tower, but that's ok. The Authorities don't want us to ask people to come back at a more convenient time. Oh no, that's an unacceptable offense. I heard about a guy on the other side of town who was setting up an appointment schedule for his patients. That pharmacist disappeared. He was actually trying to manage the situation. The Authorities will have none of that.
Mr. Lamblam and his partner both work and the address is in a really nice neighborhood, but this particular daughter is on a Medicaid prescription plan for some reason. In case you haven't heard... I really despise Medicaid. It gives people a false sense of entitlement and along with that a real attitude. I don't fault people who are really in need and I'll be the first to step up and help those people with a portion of my taxes, but more and more I see people that for one reason or another are taking advantage of the system.
I attempt to run a claim on the Medicaid plan for a flu shot for this little girl. It won't process... not covered in a retail pharmacy. This particular Medicaid plan wants the parents to take their daughter in to the provider to get a flu shot. I have no doubt that this would NOT be cheaper for a number of reasons, but you know our efficient government.
I've already prepared the syringe and I'm feeling rather generous this particular day, so I offer to give the flu shot to the child at no charge to Mr. Lamblam. Due to the time of day and present conditions, I likely would have had to waste the shot anyway. I might as well use it, right?
The little girl screams her bloody head off while Mr. Lamblam desperately tries to show her something on his iPhone. Yes, your contact list will really distract her. After jerking around all over I finally grab her arm and give the shot. It's done. I leave the waiting room to help the next person in line.
About ten minutes later, here comes Mr. Lamblam. What's wrong now, I thought. Is he going to ask me to give the OTHER kid stuff in the grocery cart a shot now? Or is he going to complain about how I had to hold the girl's arm to give her the shot. My mind is racing with all the thoughts.
"You know that 10% off coupon for getting a flu shot?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply. I know what he's going to ask but I'm too stunned to say anything else.
"Well my daughter got a flu shot. Don't I get one?"
I reach into the drawer and pull out a coupon. I give it to Mr. Lamblam. Oddly, he doesn't even thank me as he walks away.
Remember the sense of entitlement I mentioned earlier? This guy has done NOTHING to get that grocery coupon. NOTHING. We're not only out the money from the flu shot, we're out the 10% on a grocery purchase. And if you, dear reader, don't see the problem here, please, please, please go get sterilized before you breed more like you.