It would be safe to say that most people don't fully understand the role of the pharmacist in the the health care triad. Well I'm not here to bore you with a bunch of bullshit stories about how great we are and all the wonderful things we do that you never knew about. The reason why I am doing this is to share share some stories and experiences I have had behind the counter. All of these stories will be from first hand experience and will be told according to the best of my recollection. Don't assume a story is about you or about someone you know because it's not, so get over yourself. Also, I don't care if you think my grammar or spelling is poor either. Most of these accounts will be gross or graphic in nature and I don't plan on censoring any of it. So with that disclaimer and a glimmer into how raw this will be, lets get started.
This day started as most others do, busy as hell with people filtering in and out of the store at a scary pace. When I'm behind the counter my head is down and I'm focused on my work about 90% of the day. Occasionally I look around to see who is there or if any gypsies are stealing everything off the shelf. On this day I noticed a woman coming through the door with a 2 liter soda bottle in her hand. This obviously peeked my interest and I locked on to her trying to decide if she was just thirsty or about to splash a Molotov cocktail in my face. As she approached I noticed the bottle was empty (phew!) but she was coming right for me. I'm sure she had rehearsed her lines on the way over but I don't think she was prepared for my lack of concern.
Instead of saying excuse me sir or pardon me, the small rhino blurts out hey! Hey you! I responded as nicely as possible, yes mam? She holds up the bottle and says can you help me with this? I say, can I help you with what? With the most sarcastic face I can muster. At this point I have discovered that she has a street scam going and she thinks I'm just stupid enough to go for it. She shakes the bottle and manages to say with my bottle! Doing so without any of her methamphetamine rotted teeth falling out was impressive. So now I ask what she wants me to do with her bottle and she says she wants me to fill it up with gas. Keep in mind she hasn't mentioned anything about running out of gas. After I took a deep breath I informed her that we do not sell gas!! Not to be deterred she tells me that she knows that!!!! So now I'm confused and I ask what she wants me to do?? Finally the question I could see coming from the beginning, I want you to give me some money for gas? Just like that people, give her some money for gas?? Are you kidding me? I told her we are a pharmacy not a bank, if she wanted a loan go next door to the bank. Not to mention there was a gas station one hundred yards away. She looked at me like she was going to rip my throat out and smoke a rock with it! I had conquered her though and she angrily took her bottle and left.
Is everything supposed to be free or gifted to the strung out and desperate? Damn people
Amen.
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