Does any one remember the Pop Quiz? I always dreaded the high school pop quiz. The smart kids loved them; another chance to show off and prove that they did all the assigned work. Some of us hated them because we needed a warning before we decided to do the required assignments.
The mere mention of “Pop quiz” and panic set in, even if I knew the material.
As I recall the pop quiz was usually sprung as punishment for a class that was goofing off and misbehaving. In the olden days, we were “bad” in class when we made jokes, giggled, passed notes…that sort of stuff. We almost never brought guns to school and killed people.
Anyway, the pop quiz; I hated them.
Today I got another pop quiz and I was behaving myself so I don’t know why.
I had to pick up a prescription at the drug store. Usually they ask for your name and birth date. My pharmacy has been taken over by a new company and they have different procedures.
I gave my name and was all prepared with my birth date when the clerk asked,
Now I do know my number, but I have to think first. I never call myself and if I did I would be on speed dial.
“Umm, just a second. Is this a pop quiz?”
“Wait, here it is, I think, 908-555-1234.”
“Umm, I don’t know, I never mail myself a letter. Maybe 08872? Whatever the code for Sayreville is.”
“Holy cow, this is a pop quiz! Something, something Colony Drive. I told you I don’t often mail myself a letter. Holy crap, if I needed this medicine to save my life, am I going to die because I don’t remember my address? Wait…229 Colony Drive. HA!”
“Thank you sir, have a nice day.”
Next time I’m just going to hand him my drivers license. It has my name, birth date, and address plus a photo. I might have to write my phone number on my palm.
I hate the pop quiz.