The other day, I went to pick up a prescription at Walgreen's for Jackson. It was almost midnight, and there were lots of sick/injured/prescription picker-uppers waiting "patiently". Everyone and their winter sicknesses. Anyways, there was only two guys working that night, scurrying to fill prescriptions, man the drive-thru, answer phones, and wait on the customers in the pharmacy line. Needless to say, they were a bit frazzled.
When it was finally my turn, things didn't go quite as smoothly as I expected.
J: I'm here to pick up a prescription for my son, Jackson Stephens.
PM (Pharmacy Man): (Looking through some medicine)Hmmm...(couldn't find it, started typing in computer for several LONG seconds, looking confused). What's his date of birth?
J: 11/6/11...and that's Stephens with a P-H.
PM: (Several more awkwardly silent seconds staring at the computer.)
J: My doctor should have called the precription in.
PM: (Calls fellow coworker over to help)
More waiting...finally I see them putting together the prescription. As PM was about to hand over the medicine...
PM: Coin Stephens, right?
J: What?
PM: It's for Coin Stephens?
J: Jackson Stephens...
PM: Oh...is his middle name Coin?
J: No. It's Ryan.
PM: Really?...Are you sure his name isn't Coin?
I found this situation somewhat humorous. I think I know my own child's name. I mean I named him myself.
After about 10 more minutes and several attempts to convince PM that Coin was not my son's name, they straightened everything out, and I left with the correct medicine. That was a close one. I almost got a prescription for a mysterious Coin Stephens with the same birthday as Jackson's.
(And I'm about 99.9% sure I named my son Jackson!)
3 comments:
Coin? Interesting. I prefer Jackson...
I saw little Coin Stephens today. He was sure a cutie! He isn't sure why his Mom keeps calling him Jackson, though.
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