All I wanted to do was to call the drug store and renew the prescriptions for a couple of my heart medications. These damned modern phones don't cradle. And the goddamn bifocals are not much help in this close-up drill. Try to punch in nine prescription digits without dropping the phone. Or the pill bottle. Or losing your place. Grumble, snarl.
Remembering the phone comes with a speaker inspired me. I hit that little orange button and laid the phone on the desk so I could concentrate with both hands. Gripe, complain.
“Please don’t use that damned speaker phone,” the Mystery Woman fussed. She hates the recorded voice that messes with the morning quiet. “And you don’t have to wait on the machine,” she said. “Just do this. When their recording starts, punch 4. Pause, then punch 2. Pause again. Want a.m. pick-up? Punch 8. Hit pound. Hang up.”
The realization was jarring – she has memorized the entire Walgreen’s pharmacy routine.
We’ve been old too long.