March 11, 2014
I gave the pharmacist my name and she smiled, as if she had personally witnessed my call into the automated refill system an hour earlier. But how would that have been funny? After getting the bag, she explained there was a guy in there earlier who was my identical twin. What was his name? I asked. I don't know and could not give that information out anyway, she said. Maybe your brother stopped in, Steve said. He doesn't require any maintenance drugs. Whoever it was, I imagined, looking soberly at the pin pad, he had a better sense of humor.