Me: “Hi, I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
Pharmacist: [looking at computer screen] Sure! What’s your birth date?
Me: “September 18.”
Pharmacist: [still looking at screen] “Okay… and Thomas, what’s your first name?”
Me: “Um… it’s Thomas.”
Pharmacist: “Great! I have one prescription ready for you.”
I’m glad said scrip was for my anti-anxiety meds, because that totally felt like a trap.
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