The Crazy RxMan drew the short straw and gets to work, alone, with no tech. There won't be much business down at Goofmart Pharmacy, but I still have to be there to dispense the Z-packs and Promethazine with Codeine scripts the Urgent Careless is going to send us.
We get a lot of questions at the Goofmart... mostly grocery questions... things a pharmacist shouldn't have to know but I've learned from working here. Why the hell I know where we keep the sardines is beyond me, but I know, and can tell people when they ask. And they do ask, because who better to ask than the pharmacist, right?
For some reason on Super Bowl Sunday I kept getting people asking me where we keep the alcohol, and I kept telling them in aisle six next to the first aid items. And every time I'd get a funny look and the person would rush off.
It was only after the third person that asked that I realized what they were really asking for... ALCOHOL!
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