When I was paying for my prescription, the pharmacy worker at the counter, with my prescription in hand, said to enter the last 4 of my telephone number. I did, as I have many times before. He asked me to please try again, which I did. He, looking at the prescription he was holding, said to enter my telephone numbers one more time, which I did. Then he asked my address, which I told him.
At which, he said sorry, and ducked back to the rack and pulled out another prescription. He had pulled out the wrong prescription. He apologized, and I said that was the value of verifying before handing over the medicine. I added that I was pleased to know that I still remembered my telephone number.
In way of explanation, he said that when he stood up quickly to reach down for the prescription, his arm kind of didn't go where he intended it to go.
No problem, I told him. I didn't tell him about the condition called "alien limb."
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