I write about funny and not-so-funny moments in my life. My previous post, “Booty Called” is a perfect example of how a quick exchange between me and a clerk at a pharmacy can make me laugh at the absolute absurdity of it, as well as at the irony of a text message I received later that had nothing to do with the pharmacy interlude.
This is how I write. It is not all verbatim. Much, if not all, of my writing is based on my perceptions, not necessarily the reality.
* Was the pharmacist really checking me out? Who knows? This is SoFla–every friggin man down here is checking everyone out all the time, anyplace, anywhere! But maybe he was simply staring as he wondered what to do about the lack of my complete prescription.
* Was the clerk really the HIPPA spawn of Satan? She certainly wasn’t subtle, but she was also inputting my insurance info into her system, and perhaps her computer prompted a question about what my prescription was actually for.
*Did the people in line behind me really hear all this? I didn’t know who was in line until I turned around moments later. Possibly no one was there when our brief exchange about pills occurred.
So, there is absolutely no need to “report” anyone. “Booty Called” made me laugh aloud as I wrote it. It is an account of an episode based entirely on my perception–nothing more. Please, go back and read it again or for the first time. It’s supposed to be funny.
Laugh with me!