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Thursday, January 23, 2003

 
[1/20/2003 2:08:03 AM | Tina Pickett]
The Vagina Incident, Revisited

This is something that happened to me last summer, that is just classically "my luck". I was just laughing about it with Z earlier so I thought I would recount it here.

There is this cute, somewhat nerdy guy that works at the pharmacy where I get my prescriptions. Between myself & Maggie, we have 4 of them, so I go there about once a week. I don't know how old this guy is, but he looks kind of young & he's a bit shy. We had been sort of flirting for a couple of weeks & then one day, he was telling me that he hadn't lived here very long & didn't know many people & asked where was a good place to hang out. So I was telling him about the Art Bar & he asked when did I go, I told him & he said that maybe he'd see me there. When I got home I told Chrissy (my sister) about it, and she was like, you dumbass why didn't you invite him to go or give him your number & tell him to call you when he went or something, becasue if he's shy, that's what he was hinting at. I'm so dense I didn't get it.

The next few times I went to the pharmacy, he was not there. One day I went to pick up a precription I had called to have transferred from another pharmacy. It's one I need only every 6 months or so. It's a gel for my face, because I think I have Roseacea; my face gets flushed really easy & my cheeks tend to get pink sometimes. When I went to pick it up, the pharmacist was the only one there & for some reason did not get the transfer. She called the other pharmacy to get the info & while she was on hold, I asked her about the guy. She said that he had been on vacation & usually only works weekends anyway. After she got my transfer info, she asked me if I wanted to wait or come back to pick it up & then added if I would like to come back & pick it up, he would be there that weekend. I opted to come back.

I went back on Saturday to pick it up. He's the pharmacy tech & usually works in the back with the pharmacist, but whenever I pick up something, he always comes from the back, & tells whoever is working the register that he'll take care of me & we talk for a little bit. This time, he did not do that. He actually appeared to be avoiding me. When I was receiving my change, I caught him looking at me & he said "Hey, how ya doing?", then looked away real quick. All I could think was that the pharmacist must have told him I was asking about him & it freaked him out or something.

I get home & Chrissy asked me what happened, because I had promised her I would give him my number this time. I relay the non-event to both her & my mother & we all agree that given his past behavior, it was strange. I then go into the kitchen to throw away the bag that my prescription is in and when I take it out of the bag, I see that I was given the WRONG prescription. Instead of giving me Metrogel for redness of the face, they gave me Metrogel for VAGINAL use only! I screamed "Oh my God, no wonder he didn't talk to me! He thinks there's something wrong with my vagina!" There were these bright, flourescent stickers reading "Vaginal Use Only" & the accompanying literature stated the medication was for redness & swelling of the vaginal area. It came with applicators & everything & said to "rub thoroughly into vagina".

After me, my sister, & my mother are done laughing hysterically at the whole thing, I immediately called the pharmacy to rectify the situation & the pharmacist answered, I was laughing so hard I could barely explain to her. I finally got it all out & she apologized & said since both meds had the same name, someone pulled the wrong one & told me to come back & exchange it. So I went right back because I wanted to make sure I went when he was there so he would know it was a mistake. And HE WASN'T THERE!
Tina 12:37 AM