Ok, so it was another great day at the pharmacy. It was actually not very busy (thank goodness) but some interesting things always happen — and for some reason they almost always happen near closing time.
First, this lady calls and says “can you tell me what this pill is if I describe it to you?” And all I can think is, “holy shit, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Fortunately, what came out of my mouth instead was: “that’ll be difficult, but I’ll try” (I mean, heck, we weren’t busy and I was twiddling my thumbs while sharing jokes with the pharmacist). “It’s a pink, oblong pill, with a weird ‘V’ on one side and ‘3600’ on the other.” I’m thinking, “holy cow, I know what this is” (but I probably shouldn’t have been surprised since we fill so freakin’ much of it). I walk over to the hydrocodone to make a visual confirmation, and sure enough, it’s the generic Lortab 10/500. I walk back to the phone and ask for her name and where she filled the prescription. “Um, I can’t remember.”
Ok, at this point, I’m a bit suspicious; you don’t remember where you filled it, and you don’t have a freakin’ bottle? I’m thinking she bought this stuff off some dude in an alley. Anyway, I continue the conversation and explain to her what the medication is (most likely, since I’m trusting her to tell me what it looks like). She replies, “oh, ok, so they are 10s. thanks.” [click]
Sheesh. She was probably just confirming what she bought before she downed ‘em. And calling them “10s” certainly didn’t help me to think otherwise.
Ok, on to the second story, which is much funnier. Two minutes before close this lady walks up to the counter (thankfully not trying to fill a prescription — that was a job for the guy waiting behind her). “Um, excuse me, where are your deep vibrators?” Um, what?!?! HAHAHA! I had to try so freakin’ hard not to laugh. The best I could manage was: “um, what exactly are you looking for?” “Oh you know, those real deep vibrators, the ones that get in real deep when you get cramps.” The laughing voices in my head just exploded into a raucous guffaw. After having her say it a few more times and with some awkward gestures, I figure out she means something to massage her muscle cramps that she gets on the back of her legs. Just picture this: she’s rubbing the back of her leg/ass area asking me if we sell deep vibrators for her cramps. HAHA! Oh man, I’ll be laughing about that one for awhile. Sad to say, I don’t think we had what she wanted.