The other day while on the way back from a hike, Dad stopped at the pharmacy to pick up more of Asa’s eyedrops. Normally we get our medications from our veterinarian’s office, but these eyedrops are prescribed by a specialist in another state. Therefore it is easier to get refills at our local human pharmacy. Since after all, the drops are also used by humans, and our local animal hospital does not carry them. However, apparently the new pharmacist missed the big “CANINE” printed across the label, based on the conversation they had during this normally simple transaction.

Pharmacist: Asa’s birthdate?

Dad: He’s 6.

Pharmacist: I need a birthdate to finish the transaction.

Dad: It’s sometime in November.

Pharmacist: What is your relationship to Asa?

Dad: I guess you can say I’m his Dad.

Pharmacist: But you don’t know his birthday? (said while giving an obvious eye roll)

Dad: I doubt even Asa knows the exact date, but he’s waiting in the car. I can bring him inside, if you want?

Finally our regular pharmacist, who was standing within earshot the entire time and trying to conceal her grin, interrupted, and pointed at the big “CANINE” on the label. Let’s just say the new pharmacist wasn’t laughing as Dad left with the eyedrops, but the regular pharmacist sure enjoyed listening to their conversation.