A trip to the ER for what seemed like an infected spider bite took me to the only 24-hour pharmacy within driving distance. It was after 9:00 p.m. Arriving at the Sebring Walgreen’s, I approached the pharmacy where one woman was doing walk-up consultations and filling prescriptions. Fourth in line to be served, I observed a patient black lady waiting for her prescription; an impatient younger man on a mission to get insulin needles for a war amputee friend who had run out of needles; and the most obnoxious, blatantly rude old man I’d encountered in some time. He leaned over a shopping cart containing one lone bottle of Milk of Magnesia.
When he saw me looking at batteries, that triggered his first diatribe about the price of batteries. Then it was his turn at the window. He had ignored the computer-generated calls to his home about picking up his prescription for who knows how long. More ranting about the blankety-blank computer messages that he had ignored until late on the Saturday night before Easter. The problem was that his prescription had been filled in the Lake Placid Walgreen’s, and no amount of explanation by the patient pharmacist could convince him that since his prescription had already been filled in Lake Placid, she could not fill it in Sebring.
A car came up to the drive-through pick-up window. If she made any attempt to help a customer other than him, he ranted and cursed and demeaned the pharmacist, Walgreen’s, the lack of staff, the gas he had spent to drive there, demanding that she give him her “identification number.” She had none to give him and spelled her name if he wished to file a complaint against her. She asked him to sit down, but he would not because it was his turn. More cursing. More unkindness, hurling one-line rants at the extremely patient pharmacist. The computer said no, his prescription would not be filled, at least on a Saturday night now near 10:00 p.m. Words like belligerent, abusive, obnoxious, filthy, unkind, serve only me, it-doesn’t-matter-who-else-is-waiting come to mind.
His final rant and rave came after his demand that at least she could ring up his milk of magnesia since he was already there and would not leave until she did. Turning to go in front of the rest of us who were waiting, he told the patient pharmacist where she could put his purchase. If he had kicked the person at fault they would not have been able to sit down for weeks! Ugly!
When my RX was ready I had this strong compulsion to heap kindness and pleasantry upon the deserving pharmacist who bore the brunt of the angry man’s diatribe. I rode the 15 miles home determined more than ever to be like Jesus who I saw in the patient pharmacist who never bristled, never returned blow-for-blow, slap-for-slap. Now I recall the words of Jesus, “You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also” (Matthew 5:38-39). Long live the patient pharmacists of the world!
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