Imagine... a PUSHY Lady in the Pharmacy

I'm helping one lady get her medication when another lady comes up to the counter. She can't wait, you see, and needs to push her way in front of the other lady. Unfortunately, this happens all too often despite the fact we have not one, not two, not three, but FOUR signs saying to "Wait here to preserve patient privacy" six feet away from the pharmacy counter. If you can't see one of the four signs, there's something SERIOUSLY WRONG with you.

Anyway, the lady says she needs something for stomach acid but can't remember the name of it.  She says, "You chew it. It's like Tums but it's not Tums."

"Are you looking for Rolaids?"

"No."

"Is it Pepcid?"

"No."

"How about Mylanta? They have a chewable tablet."

"No, that's not it."

"Hmmm... Are you sure it's not Rolaids?"

"No.  I'd remember if it was that."

"How about Gaviscon?"

"No."

I'm quite perplexed now.  I ask, "How about Pepto-Bismal? They have a chewable tablet."

She's irritated with ME now. "No, no. That's not it. I'm going to do some shopping and see if I remember." 

Off she goes. Twenty minutes pass. I'm helping another lady at the register, when Mrs. Pushy pushes her way to the counter again.

"I remembered the medication. It's Rolaids!"

<big sigh>

Well, at least we know there really is something SERIOUSLY WRONG with her.

This is a rerun. It was originally HERE.