A Hard Pill To Swallow

(My mom asks me to pick up her prescriptions because she has mobility issues. I don’t think it is allowed, given what she takes, but I agree to try. This is at her pharmacy.)

Me: “Is it permitted for me to pick up my mom’s prescription?”

Pharmacist: “I’ve never seen you before.”

Me: “Well, I don’t live here. I’m only visiting. If it’s not allowed, I understand.”

Pharmacist: “I never said you couldn’t.”

Me: “Thank you. Would you like to see my ID or something?”

Pharmacist: “Oh, it’s fine. You look just like your mom. She’s been coming here for years and she loves to brag about you.”

(I shouldn’t complain. My mom got her pills, but there’s one problem. My mom had only lived there a few months. If the pharmacist could get that wrong, and didn’t verify my identity, what else is she doing wrong?)