I don’t think this is a small town thing. But tell me whether you think someone could get away with it anywhere else.
We transferred our prescriptions to a pharmacy here in town. I chose it because it’s downtown and part of a reputable chain. Derek and I went in to get some renewals. We wandered around until they were filled, he paid for them and then had a one-on-one session with the pharmacist. As I waited, I poked through the bag and noticed my prescription wasn’t there.
I went back to the counter and asked for it.
“I only gave him his – you have to get yours“, was the explanation from the pharmacy assistant. “It’s a privacy issue.”
I smiled and said, “We came in together. We transferred it all together and ordered them while standing beside each other. I think we’re good!”
She shook her head. “Hey, I don’t know how long you two are going to be together. Best not to mix everything in right now.”
I looked at her, dumbfounded.
“What if you guys split up and I give him your medication?”
I believe my jaw hit the floor.
“Maybe I’m just bitter after my divorce.”
She rang in my prescription. I presented my Manulife debit card, the same as Derek had done with his. Not many people have a Manulife card so it’s memorable.
“Is that his card, too?”
I don’t know why I responded but I said, “it’s my card for our joint account.
“Joint account, eh? I would never have one of those.”
Oh yeah, she said that.
The pharmacist emerged and he had customers waiting so I didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad day. Perhaps the gatekeeper that prevents her from expressing every thought had the day off. If there is a next time, there will be a discussion with her boss. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it!