Saturday, March 5, 2016

The name is Bond... Gold Bond.

"I saw an ad last night on the tele for a skin powder I need," said a very proper British gentleman.

"Ok," I replied.

"It had an unusual name. Something like 'Global Powder' or some such name."

"Ok," I replied.

"Well where is it, my good fellow?"

"I have not heard of 'Global Powder,' but our skin remedies and powders are on aisle five on the right."

He wanders off. A few minutes later he appears with a bottle of GOLD BOND powder.

"This is it," he states, giving me a look like I was intentionally trying to keep him from the menthol-tingling he's about to experience on his testicles.

"Ok," I replied.

"I thought you should know," he said, as he wandered off.


iratecanadianpharmacist said...

Full points for the title of the post!

Anonymous said...

I always wonder why logic and manners seem to magically vanish when otherwise normal people walk through the doors of retail establishments.

Why am I 'weird' for being courteous and polite?

Why is it 'different' to know what the heck I want and where it is before I walk into a store?

Why is it normal for people to completely lose their sh!t just to get free stuff and maybe a discount?

I have a theory.

Generations of 'muricans treating their 'precious little snowflakes' like 'princes/princesses' have led to some of most entitled, spoiled, emotionally out of control people I have ever seen. And what does corporate do when these mouth-breathing idiots complains for pretty much no reason? They get 'apologies' and gift cards.

I'm tired of the anti-intellectualism and the glorification of ignorance.

I'm tired of the erosion of my beloved profession of pharmacy by corporate profiteering.

I'm just plain tired.