A sign that this country’s educational system needs some serious work:
The phone menu cannot understand me, so the software passes me to a human at Walgreens. She sounds friendly, if a bit confused. She does not have an accent. I explain my mission, starting with do we have medications ready to pick up. She is struggling to discover whether or not my husband has prescriptions in the bins. She wants to know his birthdate, then says, no, his address. She decides she needs both. I have no problem with this. I wonder if she is new.
We ended the conversation when she tried to put his name into the computer and asked, “Is that Turner with two Ns?” I told her not to worry, I still had to put in a prescription of my own and I’d call later.
Where do the Ns go? I wonder. Tnurner? Turnner? Turnern?
Was she a pharmacy tech? Is she filling bottles of pills?
I offer this scary thought, for readers who call Walgreens and somehow find themselves in the Twilight Zone.
Zombie phrase for the day: How do I spell my name?
Owwwdddduhhhh ayhhhh beehhhhbuhhh daybbbuhh?
OMG too funny. I spent more than 10 minutes on the phone this morning with a guy (who did have an accent) from my mortgage company trying to get him to round up my new monthly mortgage payment 90 cents so it would be a nice round amount easy to deduct from my checking account. My escrow account happened to have a shortage so my monthly payment went from 900.00 to 1003.10. I wanted him to make my monthly payment $1004. He kept saying $1400. I kept saying NO. He kept getting in wrong. I said 1-0-0-4 dot 0-0. He was driving me fricking nuts. I finally told him to just forget it. I will just subtract $1004 every month and have an extra $10.80 at the end of 12 months. Geez. I was totally annoyed until I read your blog which made me laugh. Thanks for that!