No ID, No Idea, Part 50

I’m a pharmacy technician. In my state, to pick up a controlled substance prescription, you have to show your ID.

A lady comes through the drive-thru to pick up a prescription and doesn’t have her license. She b****es at me, claiming I’m breaking the law by withholding her medicine, blah, blah, blah.

Finally, she decides to call the cops on me. The cops come in, talk to me and the pharmacist, and then go out and write her a ticket for driving without a license.

A few hours later, a man (her husband or brother based on the name) comes and picks up her medication. He is not pleased.

Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 49
No ID, No Idea, Part 48
No ID, No Idea, Part 47
No ID, No Idea, Part 46
No ID, No Idea, Part 45