I don’t think I’ve really told a work story since the infamous “I met a man who came back from the dead” incident (read that HERE). This one won’t get as many views as that one, but it’s interesting to me nonetheless.
As is often the case, I had the unfortunate duty of telling a customer that her prescription would cost a small fortune. I always try to help them brace for the bad news:
‘Now let me tell you first off that you do not have to buy this prescription. We can hold on to it while you think about it, we can call your doctor and discuss other options, or we can just give the prescription back to you.’
‘How much is it?’ she asks.
‘Over 300 dollars,’ I reply.
‘Jesus Christ!’ she erupts.
Now I am not a fan of using the name of Jesus in such fashion. I rail against it (along with the flippant and unnecessary use of God’s other names and attributes) quite regularly. And, my co-workers could tell you, I have actually (literally) offered my own name to those who feel like they need to make such name-based-exclamations. But I digress.
The irony of this incident (and I wish I could actually make a movie showing you how it played out) is that I was looking her in the eyes as she said this. As she said it, my own eyes gravitated down toward the ground out of embarrassment. As they did so, for the first time, I caught sight of her t-shirt, which displayed a large picture of a cross underneath the words, “Jesus is Lord.”