Unfiltered Story #272583

I am the customer in this story. I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for my husband. I am exhausted, have a pounding headache, and I’m trying to keep my three toddlers in the shopping cart. The lady takes the script and asks what my husband’s birthday is. I rattle off “February 2nd, 1992”. She pauses and asks me to repeat myself. I say it again confidently, albeit a little distracted. She hesitates again and then goes, are you sure it’s not the 20th? (which by the way is next week). I was so embarrassed and apologized for being daft but thankfully she was nice about it!