Happy Pills
Life happened, and I had forgotten to call in a prescription refill until the day I had taken the last pill in the bottle.
So, I'm at the pharmacy to pick up a handful of drugs to hold me over until my mail-order medication arrives. That's right. I am begging my pharmacist to "help me out" and give me "a fix" for just a few days.
It just so happens that I know the pharmacist well enough to know he's got a fabulous dry sense of humor, and he knows me well enough to know I'm as silly as a cartoon.
It's late, there's no one in the store aside from the pharmacist (He), his assistant (She), and me (Me).
He: You can take a seat while I fill this out for you.
Me: (leaning on the service counter) No. I'm gonna wait right here. AND I'm gonna make a scene.
The assistant laughs.
A few moments pass; no scene is made.
When my prescription is ready, the assistant rings it up and I give her money. The pharmacist invites me to the Consultation Area (designed for privacy so a customer can ask the pharmacist questions discreetly). Our entire very private conversation goes like this:
He: Here are your pills. There are ten in the bottle. Any questions?
Me: No.
He: Okay.
And he puts the bottle in a little bag and pushes it across the counter to me.
This is when the assistant calls to me. Apparently, we had skipped a step during the payment process.
She: Oh, Roses! Can I get your signature?
Me: (clutching the little pharmacy bag) No! I got what I came for! You get nothing! Mwah-ha-ha!
He: Okay. Now you're making a scene.
:-)
1 comment:
HAHAHHA i'm glad they gave you your fix! :p
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