If you want to do something funny, pick up your dog's prescription at Costco. Trooper's allergist had his new medicine sent there. (And apparently you don't need a membership to pick up medicine at Costco.) I went in and said, I think it's under my husband's name. So I spelled it for him.
Costco Tech: "Trooper K9 DiVerde?"
Me: "Well, his last name is technically Zika, but that's him."
Then I have to fill out an information card for him, and it's the same one for humans.
Me: "Do I need to write down his work phone number?"
In Oregon, you have to have a consultation for any medicine you buy. So I walk over to a second tech.
Second Costco Tech: "Well, you're going to want to wrap this in food to take it... Peanut butter or cheese."
My friend and I laughed so hard.
Tomorrow is the Legal Beagle's LAST day of his first year of law school. What a long and crazy school year. I'm so proud of him. He said he couldn't have done it without me, but I know he could have. He just would have been malnourished and living in his own filth.
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