We Can’t Believe They Thought That Would Work
A couple of teenage boys walk into the pharmacy.
Customer: “Yeah… I… uh… need some Xanax.”
Me: “Can I see the prescription?”
Customer: “Uh… sure.”
He hands over a page from a prescription pad. I read it and then stare at the boys for a moment.
Me: “Can I match the patient name against some ID?”
Customer: “Uh… okay.”
He hands over his ID ,and I quickly take a photo of it.
Me: “I’m afraid I won’t be able to fill out your prescription.
Customer: “Why not?!”
Me: “For starters, I can still see the prescription pad sticking out of your pocket, along with the pen. But mostly it’s because I read prescriptions all day, every day, and no doctor would write, ‘Patient needs lots of Xanax because feeling sad,’ and nothing else.”
They fled the store, and I made some phone calls. It turned out that one of the boys was the son of a doctor. He had stolen one of his father’s prescription pads and thought he could use it to score some free (or cheap) antidepressants to sell at college.
The police were not impressed, and neither was his father!
