Pt: I am here to pick up my prescription.
CP: Name?
PT: Barf.
CP: Your full name?
Pt: Barfolomew!
CP: Date of Birth?
Pt: 5/5/75.
CP: I do not have anything ready for you.
Pt: My doctor was supposed to send it.
CP: Today?
Pt: Yes.
CP: I checked my will call section. I checked my e-scripts. I checked my faxes, my voicemail, my drone deliveries and the old paper airplane landing strip and we haven't anything for you.
Pt: He was supposed to send it.
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: Nothing from my doctor?
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: From Dr. Acula?
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: It's for my blood thinner.
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: I take it every day.
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: He said I need to take it every day.
CP: Nothing here.
Pt: Are you sure he didn't send it?
CP: Nichts hier.
Pt: I was just at the office.
CP: Nimic Aici.
Pt: It's the weekend and they're closed.
CP: Nothing. Here! Do I really need to be here for this or are you just having a conversation with yourself?
Pt: I just need to make sure he didn't send it. I need it.
CP: Yes. You made that quite clear. However, as much as you made clear you need it, I made twice as clear I don't have it. There is nothing here. I can keep explaining it to you, but I can't understand it for you. If you'll excuse me, I have a spot on the wall calling my name and a forehead that needs a solid knocking.
Pt: Ok. What shall I do?
CP: Call the office? Or keep talking to yourself? But I'm pretty sure I don't need to be here for either so, good day.
Pt: Real quick?
CP: Yes?
Pt: Can you check again?
CP: <runs to wall, beats head, smiles again>
#EveryDayIsExactlyTheSame
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