We use a pharmacy around the corner from our house here in our small town. We use it frequently since Dillon takes every medication under the sun. They have a drive-thru, which I use every time I go there.
Today was different, though. My friend has lost her daughter's pacifier and we were going shopping, so she asked me to run in and pick one up when I got Dillon's prescription filled. That initiated a very bloggable experience, which I am about to relay to you.
I walked into the pharmacy/gift shop and made my way to the counter at the back of the store after quickly scanning the aisles looking for baby items. A man was standing behind the counter in a white coat and he looked ready to help me.
"Do you have any pacifiers here?"
"Um... pacifiers? That would be in our baby section. But, um, I am not sure where that is. Hold on."
The man picked up a telephone and pressed a series of buttons."Bonnie? Please come to the front desk. Bonnie, you are needed at the front desk."
His voice crackled over the intercom.
I looked around the store to make sure my memory was accurate - yeah, the store is about 30 feet by 30 feet. When I turned around, I saw Bonnie come out from behind her register and take three steps toward me. That is all it took for her to be in my personal space.
I laughed, kind of nervously, cause this was strange.
"Sorry. He didn't have to page you. I could have just turned around and gotten you, I guess."
"That is okay. You were looking for pacifiers? We don't have those." She must have overheard me asking him originally. Yes, she was that close.
I turned around to go back to the counter, and there was a customer in front of me.
I waited patiently until it was my turn and got OvereagerIntercomMan again. I asked for Dillon's prescription and he did a little bit of computer typing. He confirmed Dillon's name, the medication, and the day it was called in. He didn't do anything but look it up, then he said I would have to go to the cashier's desk to pick up the prescription. Four feet away. Where another customer was waiting.
I waited again until it was my turn. During my wait, I hummed along with the Mariah Carey Christmas album that was played over the loudspeaker. Oh, Holy Night.
When I got to the cashier's desk, I had another super-helpful employee.
"Is that Christmas music?"
"Yeah, it is. I didn't pick it. They should have waited till after Thanksgiving."
"Or, at least, Halloween!"
"I know.... well, thanks. Have a good life."
"Did you just say 'have a good life?'"
"No. I said 'night.'"
Whatever. He totally told me to have a good life. And
they played Christmas music.
They should have been playing the theme to The Twilight Zone