My Mom loves me very much. That in mind she makes sure that I get my daily medicines every day. She gets them from Animal Hospital of Mebane where Tabby, Duane and Becka works. For my February pills, Mom called in for refills and paid so my daddy would only have to run in and ask for the order and he could keep going making that "bone money" as we call it.
When my daddy came in and asked for the order, the person who attempting to help declares there was nothing ready for me causing a little frustration. Her co-worker spoke up and advised it was bagged and ready with our name on it. With my bag in her hand she still was saying I had nothing there! Finally my daddy advised her to look at the bag in her hand and when she did she still was not convinced it was mine because of the spelling of the name on the bag. The sound of our last name is common but the spelling is a little different so we spell it for people especially when making pick ups for accuracy. Evidently this worker failed to have her listening ears on at the start of the conversation creating a delay in my daddy's work day all because she could not spell Wray.
Dr. Doug is great and Dr. Jordan is ok, too. Have to give a shout to the nice techs and helpers. It's the customer service that was lacking, in my parent's opinion. Around my house, we ask for assistance before just blurting out "it's not here."
Peppy the Chihuahua