[Several months back we started selling Star Wars themed Jell-O molds and very few of them sold, so our manager gave them to us cashiers to give away to customers. A few hours had gone by and I had quite honestly forgotten about them when a woman walked up to my register with her son, who started looking at the coloring books we have on display and I notice him looking at a Star Wars one.]
Me: (leans in a bit close, lowering my voice) Does your son like Star Wars?
Woman: Oh my gosh you have no idea! I asked if he wanted to go to the water park today and he said he’d rather sit at home and read the books I got him!
[I then mention the molds and ask if she would like one for him, and she immediately accepts.
Woman: Hey, [boy’s name], this nice lady has something for you! Like a present!
Boy: (puts down the book and walks over) But mom it’s not my birthday!
[I quickly finish the transaction and excuse myself to grab the mold from the register where they were stored. I return with it behind my back and crouch down a bit so I’m closer to his height.]
Me: So, your mom told me you like Star Wars?
Boy: (smiles and nods) Yeah, I love it!
Me: (pulls the mold out from behind my back and hands it to him) This is for you!
[The boy’s eyes lit up as he looked at the characters and he got the biggest grin on his face. He gave me the most sincere ‘Thank you!’ I have ever heard in my life and skipped off with his mom. I’m still grinning about it.]
(We’re in year 2000 or close. As a teenager, I’m slim and “nicely built” (or so I heard), yet I am VERY modest, especially on the chest area, and my family know it and respect it. I don’t mind girls who wear low-cut clothes, I think it’s really great if they enjoy it and I HATE slut-shaming, yet I’d rather get slapped or punched than showing the slightest part of my “parts”. Up to now most girls and women used to wear swimmer one-pieces on the beach, and I loved it. However, bikinis are coming back into fashion and my mom wants to buy me one of those. I accept, thinking she’ll find me a modestly cut two-pieces or anything that’ll cover everything I want to cover. She makes me try a dozen bikinis on. All of them are too low-cut for my tastes, and the shop assistant (he’s male) is staring.)
Me: “Mom, I don’t feel good in any of those.”
Shop assistant: “Are you sure? Because you look great in ALL of those!”
Me: “I don’t feel good. I’d like to try something more modest, please.”
(The shop assistant comes back with a swimsuit that is even more low-cut than the previous one. I’m running out of patience).
Me: “I’d like to try a one-piece on!”
Mom: “But you look so much better in a bikini!
Me: “Mom, EVERYONE looks good in one-pieces! They hide all the flaws!”
Shop assistant: “Which flaws? Your mom’s right, you have a bikini body!”
Me: “It’s MY body and I want to try a one-piece. I just prefer stuff I can swim with without ever losing the straps.”
Mom: “Try this one on before.”
(I try it. It’s still too low-cut for my tastes.)
Me: “I’d prefer a one-piece.”
Shop assistant: “One-pieces are for grandmothers. Is that what you want to do, looking like a granny? That would be a waste!”
Me: “I’d like something that’s not THAT low-cut, please.”
Shop assistant: “Why? You have beautiful breasts.”
(He’s staring at my cleavage and I’m just a girl. I feel dirty. To all shop assistants who read this, if a customer ever tells you she wants something more modest, just give her something more modest. Don’t make her try sexy things on “for her own good” if she doesn’t want to, especially if she’s a teenager. Prude-shaming is just as wrong as slut-shaming.)
Needs To Have Another Baby Talk
HOSPITAL, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, JERK, NURSES, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 10, 2019
(My husband and I are very excited to expect our first child, but we sadly lose the baby just before Christmas. I am scheduled for a D&C the next day. The nurse takes me back to the bed to get changed and this happens.)
Nurse: “When was your last menstrual period?”
Me: “Uh… like three months ago?”
Nurse: *handing me a cup* “Okay, the bathroom is right in there; we’re going to need a urine specimen.”
Me: “That’s really not…”
Nurse: “When you come back, put on the gown, opening in front, and put all your clothes in this bag.”
(She heads off to do something else.)
Husband: “Does she not know why you are here?”
(My urine sat on a table for the next three hours until I was wheeled into the operating room. I did not see that nurse again the entire time I was there, and everyone else was smart enough to offer condolences instead of asking me to take a bloody pregnancy test!)
Mathamedical
EMPLOYEES, FLORIDA, JERK, PHARMACY, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 9, 2019
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
(I take 150 mg of a seizure medication per day. It does not come in 150 mg tablets, though, so my doctor has written two prescriptions for it, one for 50 mg and one for 100 mg. I’ve been taking this dosage for over two years. I’ve used the same pharmacy the entire time. This happens one day when I go to pick up my prescription.)
Me: “Hello, I’m here to pick up my prescription.” *gives information*
New Tech: “Oh, that’s weird; I actually have two here for you. Do you take the 50- or 100-mg dose?”
Me: “I take both. My prescription is for 150 mg, and that’s the only way it can be filled.”
New Tech: “That’s not right! You can only take one or the other, not both.”
Me: “I assure you it’s correct. If you look at my records, you’ll see that the same prescription has been filled for over two years. I know most people either take one or the other, but it’s a seizure medication, so the dose can actually go up to 400 mg based on symptoms and therapeutic levels.”
(The tech continues to argue with me that I can only get one or the other because most people take either 50 mg or 100 mg, not 150 mg. I ask her to get the pharmacist. The tech goes over and tells him what’s going on. He looks up, see who it is, waves, and tells her that yes, it’s correct. She starts arguing with him that it cannot be correct. He just takes my prescription from her, walks over, and checks me out himself.)
Pharmacist: “Sorry about that. Here your prescription. I’ve added a note to your account just in case this is a problem at any point in the future.”
(The next time I came in, another new tech questioned me on which prescription I took of two again. I told her both. She told me to hold on, as there was a note on my account. She started laughing. The note read, “Don’t argue with her; the prescription is correct. Yes, it’s really both. If you’ve got a problem with it, come see me to sign off on it.”)
It’s Going To Be A Long Week That Lasts Two Months
DATE, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, MEDICAL OFFICE, PATIENTS, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 8, 2019
(It is currently the beginning of April and this patient needs an appointment.)
Me: “Our next available is mid-June.”
Patient: “Okay, go ahead and schedule me for next Thursday.”
Me: “Our next available is mid-June.”
Patient: “I can’t schedule now; just schedule me for next Thursday.”
Me: “If you can’t schedule right now, that’s fine, but we are booking out until mid-June.”
Patient: “Okay, I’ll call back and schedule for next Thursday.”
He’s Far From The Shallow Now
BIZARRE, HOSPITAL, PATIENTS, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 7, 2019
(My grandfather has fallen, hit his head hard, and had a stroke. Doctors are trying to figure out if the stroke he had caused the fall or if he fell so hard that it caused a stroke. Shortly after he is transferred to the stroke ward from the ICU, the doctor is asking my grandfather some questions to check his mental condition.)
Doctor: “Do you know what year it is?”
Grandfather: “Lady Gaga.”
Doctor: *slight pause* “Okay, but do you know the year?”
Grandfather: “2029.”
(Unfortunately, he wasn’t joking with his responses, but his doctors say he is making a good recovery even though he’s not quite sure what year we’re in.)
Shunting That Entitlement Away
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, JERK, SALT LAKE CITY, USA, UTAH | HEALTHY | APRIL 5, 2019
(My mom is an x-ray tech at a world-renowned children’s hospital. She helped pioneer a number of techniques now commonly used today, but the hospital’s main focus is on the patient’s overall welfare. This involves things like minimizing the number of x-ray frames taken to cut down on radiation exposure, cropping x-rays as tightly as they can to cut down on radiation scatter, etc. Most doctors treat the techs well and make sure they have all the necessary information, but one new doctor doesn’t seem to get how things work at this hospital.)
Doctor: “I need a head x-ray on this patient. Forward facing.”
Mom: “Great. What am I looking for?”
Doctor: “You don’t get to ask questions. I tell you what frames to take, and you take them. Me: doctor! You: tech! You don’t talk to me!”
Mom: *doesn’t say a word, just smiles politely and goes to take the x-ray*
(As per the hospital’s policy, she narrows the field as small as she possibly can, so literally only the skull itself is in the path of the radiation. The kid has a full head of curly hair, by the way. After the films are developed and sent up, the doctor comes storming down, furious.)
Doctor: “How could you not get a picture of his shunt?!”
Mom: “What shunt?”
Doctor: “The one in his skull! The whole reason for wanting to x-ray him in the first place!”
Mom: “Well, maybe, if you’d told me why you needed the x-ray, I would have focused on that area. Instead, you just told me to shut up and take the x-ray, which I did exactly according to hospital policy. The kid has a ton of hair; there’s no way to see the shunt, and no one told me he had one, nor was it included in the written orders. If you want an x-ray of something specific, you need to specify!”
Doctor: *glares, and then stomps off to tattle to the head of Radiology, who reads him the riot act for being so rude to a tech*
(Mom did retake the film, this time focusing strictly on the shunt and its surrounding area. She felt very bad that the kid was being exposed to a second dose of radiation, however small, though.)
A Benign Hair Style
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, SALT LAKE CITY, USA, UTAH | HEALTHY | APRIL 3, 2019
(My mom is an x-ray tech at a world-renowned children’s hospital. Patient welfare is the top priority, so they try to minimize tests and procedures as much as possible.)
Mom: *walks into the break room to see two doctors and an x-ray tech — all male — looking at a series of films*
Doctor #1 : “Obviously, we need to operate, cancerous or not. So, I say we just skip the biopsy and go straight in. We don’t want to put her under twice for no reason!”
Doctor #2 : “I agree, but these tumors are very unique. I’ve never seen anything quite like them, and with them being so close to both her heart and her lungs, I’m worried about what will happen if we do take them out. We don’t know how firmly they’re attached or entrenched in either of those organs.”
Mom: *curious* “Do you mind if I have a look at the films? If you haven’t seen a tumor like this before, it must be very rare.”
([Doctor #2 ] hands over the films, and then continues to debate with his colleague about how quickly they can schedule the surgery, while Mom spends a few minutes looking closely at the x-rays.)
Mom: “Um, guys? We’ve got a problem here, but I don’t think it’s the problem you think it is.”
Tech: “What do you mean?”
Mom: “I don’t think that’s a tumor.”
Doctor #1 : “Of course it’s a tumor! What else could it be?”
Mom: “A hair tie.”
All: “WHAT?!”
Mom: “You know, those little round hair ties? The elastic kind with a pair of balls on the ends that little girls like?”
Doctor #2 : “Yes, my daughter uses those. But what makes you think…”
Mom: “These tumors are perfectly round, they’re both exactly the same size, they slightly overlap, and if you look really closely, this one even has a hole through it… exactly where the elastic would be.”
All: *looks like she just hit them in the face with a board*
Tech: “You can’t be serious!”
Mom: “Do you want me to retake the film, just in case? I mean, I don’t want to expose her to more radiation, but better a single film than opening her rib cage! And if I’m wrong, then fine. But we wouldn’t want to operate on a child without being certain.”
Doctor #2 : “Do it. Fast! She’s in room [number].”
Mom: “On it!”
(She runs up to the girl’s room
Mom: “Hi! I’m [Mom], one of the x-ray techs here at [Hospital]. There was a little problem with one of your daughter’s x-rays, so we need to retake it really fast. No need to worry!”
Girl: “I wiggled, didn’t I?”
Mom: “Don’t worry, sweetie. You just need to hold still for one last picture, I promise!”
(Mom, the girl, and her mother all head down to Radiology. When then get to the door, Mom asks the girl to take off her hair tie — yes, one of the kind with the little plastic balls! — from the end of the braid hanging down her back.)
Girl: “Do I have to? The other guy didn’t make me, and I don’t want my braid coming out!”
Mom: “Here. Let me see if I can find you an elastic. We just can’t have the little baubles; they might confuse the doctors when they’re reading your x-ray.” *goes to her purse and digs out an elastic of her own* “Here you go! Your mom can help you change that, and then she can wait right outside the door. We’ll only be a minute.”
(After helping the girl wrap a protective apron around her waist and hips, Mom took the film, and then the girl went back to her room. Mom immediately developed the film, and, as predicted, there were no tumors. The little girl was treated for her pneumonia and was sent home, healthy and happy, a week later. It became hospital policy after that to check for hair ties, barrettes, bobby pins, etc., before taking any x-rays.)
A Different Kind Of Socializing
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, EDITORS' CHOICE, MAINE, MEDICAL OFFICE, PATIENTS, SILLY, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 1, 2019
Doctor: “Are you sexually active?”
Me: “I’m not even socially active.”
(The doctor had to leave the room from laughing so hard.)
This Is Literally Costing You Blood
BLOOD DONATION, MADISON, SILLY, USA, WISCONSIN | HEALTHY | MARCH 31, 2019
(It’s my second time selling my plasma. The tech who got me hooked up the first time is floating around but isn’t the one to hook me up this time. I hear them talking about how many jabs it took them and how fast the machine is pulling blood out of me this time.)
Me: “You’re making me sound like a science experiment.”
You “Aced” The Test
BIRMINGHAM, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, ENGLAND, HOSPITAL, UK | HEALTHY | MARCH 27, 2019
(I have been pretty unwell with a virus for a week or so that has caused my asthma to flare up and has required me to take a short course of steroids. About a day or so after finishing the course, I start getting palpitations whilst at work, so I go to the hospital to see if it is something serious. This conversation happens when the doctor is arranging for me to get a chest x-ray.)
Doctor: “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
Me: “Nope.”
Doctor: “Okay, well, we still need you to do a pregnancy test.”
Me: *wondering why he even asked, then* “Why? There is literally no way I could be pregnant.”
Doctor: “Well, these things can happen!”
Me: “I’m asexual, doc.”
(The doctor frowns, looking a little confused.)
Me: *sigh* “I haven’t ‘been’ with anyone it over seven years. Trust me; there is no way I am pregnant.”
Doctor: “Look. The thing is that we just have to test all women, anyway. It’s kind of a rule.”
Me: “???”
(I had to take the test. Shocker, I was not pregnant.)
You Can Tell From My (Dial) Tone That I Can’t Speak
FINLAND, HEALTH & BODY, HELSINKI, HOSPITAL, NURSES | HEALTHY | MARCH 25, 2019
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
(I am working in an ER doing office duties, including admitting walk-ins. A phone rings.)
Me: “This is [Hospital] with [My Name] speaking. How can I help you?”
Caller: *absolute silence*
Me: “Sir or ma’am, are you unable to speak? Do you have a medical emergency?”
Caller: *still absolute silence*
(After about 60 seconds of silence, the caller hangs up. A few minutes later the phone rings again. The same thing happens again. I am getting really worried that this might be a bad emergency, like a stroke, that can leave a person without speak. I start wondering if I could communicate with the person using the phone’s dial tones and how to do it. But again, the person hangs up before I figure out a way to do it. The phone rings a third time. This time it’s the husband of a nurse, both of whom I know very well.)
Husband: “Hi, [My Name]. [Nurse] has really bad laryngitis. She can’t speak and can’t come to work today.”
Me: “Thank God. I was trying to figure out how to communicate with a person who can’t speak.”
Get Someone That Nose What They’re Doing
BAD BEHAVIOR, ENGLAND, NURSES, SCHOOL, UK | HEALTHY | MARCH 22, 2019
(I have recurring nosebleeds. I’m at school when I get my first one this year, and I ask to go down to the nurse’s office. The nurse isn’t there, so I just wait around with a tissue under my nose to catch any leakage. After ten minutes, a nurse comes in. I have never seen her before.)
Nurse: “Look at all the mess you’re making! Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”
Me: “I have a nosebleed. I can’t exactly stop it. All the blood is in the tissue, anyway.”
(She huffs and leaves the room. A few minutes later, she comes back with a plaster and attaches it to my nose — as in, over the nostrils — pushing so hard it makes the bleeding worse. I protest, but she leaves the room again. I yank the plaster off and some of the blood drips onto the floor. I’m in too bad a mood to clean it up. She comes back in.)
Nurse: “You messy boy! Look at all the blood on the floor!”
Me: “It’s one drop. I’ll clean it up before I go.”
Nurse: “This wouldn’t have happened if you’d kept the plaster on!”
(I swear at her — admittedly, this was wrong — and she storms out, returning with my tutor.)
Tutor: “[My Name], I hear you’ve been swearing at [Nurse]. You know our policy on this kind of behaviour.”
Me: “I’ll be more than happy to apologise, after she apologises for insulting me and acting like my nosebleed has been a personal grievance to her. She even stuck a plaster on my nose!”
Tutor: “[My Name]! You will apologise this instant, and I’m giving you a detention tomorrow. This is unacceptable behaviour. [Nurse] is the best nurse we’ve ever had!”
(I look between him and the nurse, who is looking triumphantly smug.)
Me: “That isn’t something you should be proud of.”
(I ended up with a week’s worth of detentions or that, but I refused to go — which my parents agreed with after I told them. The last straw was when they sent a letter home saying I had been suspended. My mum went down to the school to speak with the head teacher and the nurse. Apparently, she had only been in the building a couple of minutes when the nurse ran out in tears. The school retracted the suspension, but my parents moved me to a better school equipped with more competent staff.)
A Periodically Brief Scare
FRANCE, HOSPITAL, NURSES, PATIENTS | HEALTHY | MARCH 20, 2019
(After surgery on my leg, I need to pee, so I ask the nurse for help using the bedpan. After I’m finished, I can’t see the contents from my position but she obviously can, and she looks up with a horrified expression
Nurse: “This… This is your urine?”
Me: “Er, yes.”
Nurse: *speechless*
Me: “Oh! I forgot! I’m on my period!”
(She immediately sighs with relief. Sorry for scaring you, nurse!)
I Poultry Effort To Get In
BIZARRE, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS, PETS & ANIMALS, USA, VET | HEALTHY | MARCH 17, 2019
(I’m just having one of those “glitch in the Matrix” weeks, where weird things keep happening out of the blue. This is just one example. I work in a vet clinic. It’s Tuesday evening. I’m the only staff member still at work, and we’re less than an hour from closing. The vet has gone to her other office for the evening, and we’re only still open for pickup — meds, patients, etc. The door opens and a woman walks in.)
Me: “Hi. How can I help you?”
Woman: *smiles confidently at me* “Oh, hello. I am here with my chicken.”
Me: *sure I heard wrong since we don’t treat livestock* “I’m sorry, your chicken?”
Woman: “Yes. She is sick.”
Me: “I apologize, but we don’t see livestock here. And the vet is not here currently. But you may want to try [Larger Emergency Vet Hospital]; I believe they see livestock. I can give you their information if you need it—”
Woman: *suddenly enraged, her face turning violently red* “NO! I was told you see chickens!”
Me: “Ma’am, I apologize, but we, unfortunately, do not have a vet who treats livestock here. I recommend trying to see if [Larger Emergency Vet Hospital] is able to see her.”
(Getting redder by the moment, she shoves the basket with her chicken in it in my face; she’d had it under the raised counter where I couldn’t see it.)
Woman: “YOU NEED TO SEE MY CHICKEN NOW! SHE IS SICK!”
Me: “I’m so sorry, ma’am, but there’s nothing I can do. Even if my vet was here — unfortunately, she isn’t right now — she doesn’t treat chickens. Other than referring you elsewhere, I can’t help you.”
(She shoves her chicken in my face again. It is getting increasingly upset each time the owner violently swings her basket into my face.)
Woman: “YOU ARE WRONG! I WAS TOLD YOU CAN SEE CHICKENS!”
(I open my mouth to repeat everything again when the woman abruptly makes a frustrated screech to cut me off. Clearly aware she’s not going to get her way, she stomps out. Then, from the hallway, I hear
How To Be An A** With Your Boss
BOSSES & OWNERS, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 16, 2019
(I throw my back out at work. I am a female in my 20s. My line manager, who is male and around my age, gives me a ride to the ER and helps me in as I am in too much pain to walk. We are both in uniform. We speak to a doctor and explain exactly what happened, and he orders an x-ray. Afterward, my manager helps me into a cubicle and the doctor comes back in. I am still in a hospital gown from the x-ray.)
Doctor: “You’ve torn some ligaments. You’ll need to rest for two weeks to let them start to heal. I’ll get you some pain relief, and then you can go home.”
(He leaves and comes back a few minutes later.)
Doctor: “I know you’ve had an x-ray, but I have to ask. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
Me: “No, none.”
Doctor: “Are you sure?”
(My manager looks away uncomfortably.)
Me: “I’m certain I’m not pregnant.”
Doctor: “Okay, this will help for a few hours, and I’ll also give you a prescription for some painkillers.” *whips out a syringe*
Me: “Okaaay…”
Doctor: *reaching for my gown* “This needs to go in your buttock, so if you’ll turn around…”
Manager: “I’ll just be outside!” *turns bright red and literally leaps through the curtains*
Keeping Your Sister On Her Toes
EL PASO, HEALTH & BODY, HOME, PATIENTS, SIBLINGS, TEXAS, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 15, 2019
(My older sister currently works at as an ER nurse. I am woken up one Saturday morning by my cell phone ringing.)
Me: “Hello?”
Sister: “I need you to come downstairs, right now.”
(I get up and walk down to the living room to find her and my parents all watching me descend.)
Me: “What’s going on?”
Sister: “I slipped on the stairs and broke my toe.”
Me: “You need someone to drive you to the hospital?”
Sister: “NO! My coworkers and I always joke about someone coming to the ER because they stubbed their toe. I am not going to the hospital because I hurt my toe.”
Me: “So, what do you need from me?”
Sister: “I need you to reset the bone. Mom is too squeamish and Dad is too gentle. You just need to pull on it quick, like taking off a bandage.”
Me: *shrugs* “Okay.” *walks over and yanks on the crooked toe*
Sister: *gasp of pain followed by a relieved sigh* “Thank you.”
(During her next shift at work, someone commented on her slight limp. She admitted to the accident and the doctor on hand insisted on x-raying her foot. The bone in the toe was indeed broken, but perfectly realigned.)
Helping Them Make A Rash Decision
HOSPITAL, PATIENTS, STUPID, USA, VIRGINIA | HEALTHY | MARCH 15, 2019
(I answer the telephones at a large emergency room.)
Me: “Emergency Department.”
Patient: “I was there yesterday, and was given medicine. The nurse told me if I develop a rash, I should come back into the ER.”
When It Comes To Animal Welfare, They’re Not Horsing Around
CANADA, FARM, ONTARIO, PETS & ANIMALS | HEALTHY | MARCH 14, 2019
(I am home alone on our farm one afternoon — my family is out on errands — and there is a knock on the door. When I open the door, a man is standing there and there’s an SPCA van in the driveway.)
SPCA: “Hello, miss. We’ve had a complaint put forth about your animal welfare.”
Me: “What?!”
SPCA: “That horse over there.”
(He pointed at a horse in the field that my mum had taken in from a neighbour who was going to send her to the glue factory — yup, that’s really a thing. She was clearly sickly and dying, but we were giving her the best life we could until she passed, something her previous owner had no intention of doing. It was a serious charge and took almost a week to clear up… and $200 to get the vet out and write a note that we were giving her all the care she needed.)
Copay And Say Over Again
BIZARRE, ILLINOIS, INSURANCE, PHARMACY, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 14, 2019
(My insurance company has decided to stop covering one of my prescriptions for unknown reasons. I get a notice from them on a Friday afternoon, as well as an email from the pharmacy, that the prescription in question is due for a refill. Since it’s Friday at three pm, I figure I’ll just pay the cash price for it this month and call my insurance company next week. I click the link in the email to refill and go back to work. An hour later, I get a text update saying the prescription has been put on hold. I call my pharmacy.)
Me: “Hi. My name is [My Name], and I’m calling regarding my prescription I just sent for a refill.”
Rep #1 : “Sure, I’ll look at that… Oh, it looks like your insurance won’t cover it for whatever reason.”
Me: “I know. I’ll just pay the cash price this month. How much will it be?”
(I wave and walk out. I drive back over the next day, where there is yet another rep behind the counter.)
Me: “Hi, I’m [My Name], and there should be one ready for me.”
Rep #3 : “Yes, it’s filled and ready to go. One minute while I grab it!”
(He grabs it and starts ringing me out.)
Rep #3 : “Oh, um… I need to get the pharmacist. Something isn’t correct.”
Me: “If it’s the copay, I know about it! It’s not an issue!”
([Rep #3 ] disappears into the back. I throw up my hands in frustration. He comes back out a few minutes later.)
Rep #3 : “There’s a copay on this. There shouldn’t be. We can look into this for you.”
Me: “LISTEN TO ME. You are the third person that I’ve explained this to. I know about the copay. It’s fine. My insurance company screwed up. All I want to do is pay and go home!”
Rep #3 : “I apologize for the issue. I don’t know what happened with your insurance… Hold on. Did you say you are going to pay?!”
Me: *through gritted teeth* “YES.”
Rep #3 : “Oh. OH! Yes, I’d be happy to process that for you! No problem!”
(I can only imagine how many temper tantrums people have thrown over copays to prompt that reaction from THREE pharmacy techs!)
Diễn Đàn Người Việt Hải Ngoại. Tự do ngôn luận, an toàn và uy tín. Vì một tương lai tươi đẹp cho các thế hệ Việt Nam hãy ghé thăm chúng tôi, hãy tâm sự với chúng tôi mỗi ngày, mỗi giờ và mỗi giây phút có thể. VietBF.Com Xin cám ơn các bạn, chúc tất cả các bạn vui vẻ và gặp nhiều may mắn.
Welcome to Vietnamese American Community, Vietnamese European, Canadian, Australian Forum, Vietnamese Overseas Forum. Freedom of speech, safety and prestige. For a beautiful future for Vietnamese generations, please visit us, talk to us every day, every hour and every moment possible. VietBF.Com Thank you all and good luck.
News
Library
Technology
Giải Trí
Portals
Tin Sốt
Home
