Apparently there are no qualifications required to be a drug representative. Or at least from my perspective, intelligence isn't required.
It's MONDAY. Things are CRAZY at a retail pharmacy on MONDAY. Everyone knows this. And if you don't know it you can certainly see it. Basically it's like a room full of monkeys throwing excrement everywhere. At least that's what it feels like. It's one big multi-tasking fest of epic proportions. If you really don't know why, see HERE.
And yet, with all the excrement flying everywhere, there he is... a drug rep asking to speak with the pharmacist. He's just so excited about this new drug that he couldn't wait to tell me. That's what he said. Seriously.
He started in on his delivery, probably practiced several times the night before in front of his mirror. I just stared, waiting for him to pause. And then he finally paused.
"Seriously?" I asked. A handful of poo flies by both of us, nearly hitting us. "You really came into the pharmacy on MONDAY?"
"But I was just so excited to share this great news," he started to say as I walked away. Another pile of poo flies through the air and hits him square in the face.
At least that's what I pictured in my mind.