Oh, believe me, we've tried to explain it to him. Every one of us... both pharmacists and technicians. No one can seem to get the message across to Hot Head Hairy. And he snorts off, swearing in his native tongue, mad every time... pacing off on his fungal feet.
Apparently this time was indeed the last time. Within an hour we receive a call from a Goofmart Pharmacy not too far away... wanting to know the situation because Harry is over there wanting to transfer all his prescriptions to them. Here's an actual picture of my reaction to the news:
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You know better than to celebrate now. Make sure the idiot is actually getting his scripts there for a month or two THEN you can celebrate.
We all know that these soul-sucking morons use us as emotional punching bags by venting like that, then come right back to us acting like nothing happened.
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