Friday morning, four minutes before opening time. [I'm not as early as I usually am because the front desk lady locked herself out of the cash office]...
A guy is waiting for me before I open the door to the pharmacy. Now I've been down this road before so I try to keep my cool. I ask him how I can help him. He says he's there to pick up a prescription.
I ask for his last name. He mumbles. I can't help myself. I say, "You're mumbling." He tells me his name. I go to the will call shelf. Nothing there. I log in to the computer and load the software. I find out there is nothing in the computer that says this guy has a prescription waiting.
I tell him there's nothing here waiting for him.
"I know. It's not filled yet."
I can't help myself: "You let me look on the shelf and load up the computer program KNOWING that nothing was waiting for you?"
Flustered and obviously feeling stupid, he says, "I thought it might be ready. It's supposed to be filled today. The doc wrote on the prescription not to fill it until [Today's Date]."
Again, I can't help myself: "You came to the pharmacy RIGHT at opening... knowing we couldn't fill your prescription until TODAY, thinking it would be ready to pick up?"
"I just thought I'd check," he says.
What a complete buffoon. Seriously, anyone who would do this is a complete idiot.
I tell him I'll have it ready in 30 minutes.
In 22 minutes, he's back, sweating and shaking... every minute until his next hit an absolute nightmare, I'm sure. The med: Oxycodone.
But there's no opioid crisis in 'Merica, folks. Don't worry.