Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring...
Me, EXTREMELY busy, "Thank you for calling the pharmacy. This is Crazy RxMan, may I help you?"
Agitated man, on a cell phone driving down the road with the radio on: "How late can I come in to get a lotto ticket?"
Me: "This is the pharmacy, we don't sell Lotto tickets. They do that up at the front counter."
<more noise> Does he have his window down too? Man: "What time do they close it up, 7pm? 8pm?"
"I honestly don't know."
<Click>
Why is the pharmacy consistently an information desk and switchboard? Why, why, why?
I am the Crazy RxMan, your local pharmacist... smart enough to be a pharmacist, insane enough to work retail!
2 comments:
We are the only dept in the store that knows the secret location of the restrooms. But my current favorite "ask the pharmacy.com" question concerns how much of a medication to give a pet. Being a self proclaimed cat person, I suggested that the customer call a vet. The fellow responded: "Can you connect me to her office?"
We are the only dept in the store that knows the secret location of the restrooms. But my current favorite "ask the pharmacy.com" question concerns how much of a medication to give a pet. Being a self proclaimed cat person, I suggested that the customer call a vet. The fellow responded: "Can you connect me to her office?"
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