Name please.

I don't love when people walk up to the pharmacy counter to pick up their medications and after being asked their name, they only give their first name. 

"Oh, Sara!"

Ya,  I don't know who you are. 

We always laugh at the scenarios we are placed in on a daily basis at Smith's, it's a crack up.

"My Name is Jon Doe"

Okay ... Jon I don't show that I have anything ready for you."

"YOU SHOULD. I dropped it off 30 minutes ago."

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"I have a prescription here for your wife, Jane."

"Ya, that's the one I'm talking about"

"Ok, two things. When I ask for the name, I'm referring to the name on the rx, not your name. and two, you're an idiot."

My Pharmacy friends LOOOVe the story I shared about my name. 

I had been invited to sub on an indoor soccer team at ogden indoor a while back. I hadn't played for a while but I wasn't sure how long 'a while' had been so when they asked me my name, I hesitated. 

My first {legal} name is Elizabeth, but I've always been called Libby.

Which is just the beginning.

Because I couldn't remember the last time I had subbed, I was also unsure about which last name it would be under. 

I believe the conversation went something like this.

"Libby Arnold"

"Nope"

"Elizabeth Arnold?"

"Nope"

"Elizabeth Carter?"

"Still No."

"Libby Flor-"

"I have an idea, why don't we put it under something you can remember."

I refrained from jumping over the counter and punching anyone in the face. 

I also stopped myself from blurting out my whole life story.

The one about how I was single, then married, then single, and married again. 

Instead, I agreed with the @#$hole and asked for suggestions. 

It feels really good to get mail addressed to Libby Carter. 

Mail addressed to any other last name, doesn't get a second glance. 

I like to tell Colby that I don't know who that girl is, so it must be trash. 

Last week at church I was asked to say the prayer, I still smile when I'm called Sister Carter. 

:)

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