"Here's some new prescriptions. And what would you like for lunch today?"
I say, "Pizza!" thinking the lady is just being conversational.
Thirty minutes later she returns to pick up her medications. She has a pizza for the technicians and me. We thank her profusely. We're just hungry in the pharmacy! All the time.
One of the technicians is checking her out on her new prescriptions and asks her why she bought us all a pizza.
"It's for your pharmacist," she says, pointing to me. He did something really special for me last week.
Here's the strange part of the story. I have no idea what I did.