Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I am a Dad So You Must Listen to Me

Braden has another ear infection and all the joys that come with it. So yesterday after work I went to the pharmacy to pick up his medicine. I gave them his name. Then the lady started looking through a myriad of baskets to find his prescription. Seriously they had about 50 baskets littering every available counter top in this place. It was no surprise when it took her 5 minutes to find the right basket and that the medicine still wasn't ready.

It was at this time that I started thinking....

This is no way to run a pharmacy. In fact this is no way to run a zoo. These people need help, and I am just the man to help them.  After all I am a Dad. A Dad teaches his kids every minute of the day. Therefore I must be a teacher. I must teach these pharmacy folk.

Hey! Didn't your mother teach you how to clean your room! Or did you grow up in a barn where the only cleaning you did was to remove the cow patties from your hay mattress before you went to sleep!

You need to clean this place up! How do you ever expect to find anything in this pig sty! If it were clean and organized it wouldn't take you 10 minutes to fill an order of ibuprofen!

PICK UP THE BASKETS! GET A BETTER SYSTEM BEFORE SOMEONE DROPS DEAD OUT HERE WAITING FOR PILLS! ARRANGE THEM IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER AT THE VERY LEAST YOU SLOBS!

Oh crap it's the police! This is the last time I ever cause a ruckus next door to the donut shop.

As I ran through the door and out into traffic with Braden's medicine in my hand and fear in my heart, I realized something.

Being a Dad does not give me the unquestionable right to help mankind by teaching them life lessons, even though it should.

...As the flashing blue lights in my delusional mind brought me back to reality I decided to keep my mouth shut and stand there in line like another mindless cow waiting at the feeding trough.

Instead of taking an opportunity to make the world a better place I tried to read the pill bottles on the back wall to see if I recognized anything. That feels about right.

12 comments:

BellaDaddy said...

MAN OH MAN, I know that feeling...they also need to have special lines, for those with children...get in, get out...period! Otherwise, they need to accpet the inevitable SCREAM!!!! (and cough with no hand over mouth)!

Brian Miller said...

lol. what no superhero tights as you save the world...aybe just a blanket tied around the neck as a cape...those days will come.

Katherine said...

LOL! I think it works the same way for moms. I've been there. And all you want to do is help them get their act together, so you can get your baby what he needs. So frustrating.

I hope Braden feels better soon. We've been very lucky in the ear infection department.

otin said...

That was a great post! It was a little different than your usual stuff, and I must say, I liked the little mini rant!

PJ Mullen said...

I love when you drop off a prescription for your kid, you are holding them in your arms, give their birth date and then they look at you and ask if that is your correct birthdate. Uh, no, how about looking at what was prescribed and then look at the minature person in my arms. It's all I do to avoid getting arrested on a near daily basis.

Jack said...

People are just great. They help to make life interesting.

rxBambi said...

why did you need an rx for ibuprofen anyway? it's over the counter.

not pharmacies are running at their best.

neither are all patients.

Chris @ CleverFather said...

Your super-dad uniform must of been in the laundry. Happens to me ALL the time!

seashore subjects said...

It is especially precious here, where every elderly person under the sun has a myriad of prescriptions and the questions to match.

I find it helpful to remind myself I will be old one day (too soon) and will want to have my turn at questions - then I'm asking a million!

surprised mom said...

I use a national drug store to fill my prescriptions. I don't usually have to wait as I call in my refills, (they even have a drive-thru) but do have to wait about 15-20 minutes if I drop off a script. I usually meander around the store looking at different things I don't need and won't buy. This is a lot different from when the girls were babies and I had steam coming out of my ears waiting for their prescriptions. When it's a baby or toddler, the wait seems to go on forever. There should be a "babies only" prescription line.

As for making a scene, glad you didn't. It would make everyone, including yourself uncomfortable and the prescription would just take longer to fill. That would happen because the upset clerks would make sure you would wait and wait and wait. . .

I think you had your Super-Dad costume on when you just kept your cool. :)

WeaselMomma said...

I hope Braden feels better already.
Maybe it's time to change pharmacies.

Eric said...

My step-son's father goes to the same pharmacy we go to. They have the same name. A few times we've been given his stuff.