Good Afternoon!
Back from running some errands...
From "Parents Can Be So ____ Some Times" file:
My Mom asked me to go to CVS to pick up a new prescription for my father that his doctor called in for him. So, I get to the counter, the kind clerk goes back and gets the prescription...
"May I see your ID?
-Well, it's for my father, and I live down in Richmond.
"Oh, OK. Well, let me check it anyway so I can sign the release form properly."
"What's your father's date of birthdate and current address?
-I gave her my Dad's birth day, but I couldn't remember the year.
"That's close enough. And the address?"
-I gave her the address
"Hmm... That doesn't match the one we have on file. Oh, I see they misspelled the street name. That shouldn't be a problem."
-Oh, here's his insurance card.
"Hmmm... The address on file with the insurance doesn't match the one on file here."
-It was the address for the house we had 10 years ago!
...Well, after some more reassurances, and noticing that we had had other prescriptions filled there in the past few days, she let me pay for the meds - and they only cost $1.83! - and head on my merry way.
Once I got home, I told my Mom about the address mix up and that she better call the insurance company and the doctor to make sure everything is correct since, technically, the pharmacist could have refused to give the meds to me since the information was not a total match. Well...
"Oh, yeah.. It's been like that for years. I think the insurance company still sends some of the bills to the old address?!?!?!?"
WHAT?!?!?!?!
And they get on my case whenever I don't tell them where I'm currently working?!?!?!?
-Unless, of course, this has been the plan all along... Maybe that's how my parents "paid" for my Dad's surgery.
