Oh, those darned titles. For the sake of this story, lets pretend my former name was Axe Why. Most of my medical prescriptions just have my name on them and, since my name change hasn't come through yet, it is my former name. Yet, there I was today with the two prescriptions where my name had been prefixed by the now inappropriate title "Mr". It was not the first time I had been faced with this situation of course and inclusion of the title was now just an annoyance rather than a cause for concern. The pharmacist, who was a student at Monash judging from her name badge, took my prescriptions and asked the customary questions in a professional manner to which I was usually accustomed. She handed me a pager and I wandered the pharmacy while my prescription was being filled.
Some time later, I was browsing yet another random aisle with no intention of buying anything in it. I was momentarily startled by the buzzing and vibrating in my hand and realised that my prescription was ready. Quickening my pace towards the prescription counter, I was expecting the pharmacist to ask the same routine questions regarding side effects, fluid intake, la la la la... As I approached the counter I realised I was to be served by a young male pharmacist. He looked at me as I approached the counter and handed in my pager.
"Are you picking up the prescription for Mr. Axe Why?", he asked me. I momentarily froze with confusion then I quickly nodded, a whisper of a "Yes" escaping my lips that began to curl with a mischievous smile as I realised the assumption he had just made. Pointing to my hormone prescription he continued,
"This prescription is for medications normally given to women. Do you know if the doctor intentionally prescribed these to Mr. Why?". Well, at least he was being conscientious about the health of his customers.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's correct", I replied, trying not to giggle or laugh. "Would I be able to have a tax receipt for all the medications I've bought here?", I added.
"Of course, just for Axe or for yourself as well?" he asked helpfully.
"Just Axe" I replied. I have no idea how I managed not to laugh at that point.
He disappeared to the back benches and returned a few minutes later with an envelope in his hand.
"Because you are picking this up for Axe, I have to put it in an envelope", he said sounding very helpful. Handing me the envelope he added almost apologetically, "It's just privacy and all that".
I thanked him graciously and immediately turned and headed straight for the cash registers, another moment there and my impish grin would have turned into laugh. Thank you Mr Pharmacist, you made my day and made Mr. Why very happy.
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