A lady drops off a new prescription. The Rx doesn't specify tablets or capsules. I only have capsules in stock. I tell the lady. She asks if the capsules are pink. A discussion on therapeutic equivalence follows. I can tell she's not convinced. Seeing as how it is now three minutes until closing and I want to go home, I tell her she's overthinking it and I'll fill it for what we have and step away to the filling station.
I don't know why people mumble. I guess it makes them feel better. But if you're going to mumble in front of me, I'm going to figure you don't want me to hear it and ignore it.
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One of my favorite things is to go out of my way to confront people, especially rude ones, that mumble.
"Pardon me, I didn't catch that? Was there something else I can help you with?"
"Pardon me, I couldn't understand what you were mumbling. Do you have any more questions for me?"
Not exactly rude on my part but definitely skating on the edge of having to hand out a gift card.
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