"Hey buddy, my wife and I are from out of town. She forgot her Diovan. Is there any way you can just give me five tablets?" he asked.
"No," I replied, "but I would be happy to call your pharmacy back home and transfer the prescription here. What's the name of your pharm..."
"How about if I just prescribe her some? I'm a podiatrist back home," he says, cutting me off.
"That's out of your scope of practice," I replied.
"I know," he said, turned away, and walked off.
All in all, I was a little callus, but he knows he wasn't toeing the line. Although he was a real heel, I'm glad I didn't have to kick him out of here!