Nothing good ever comes from answering the phone any time during the last 30 minutes you're open.
Nothing.
The phone rings. It's 20 minutes until closing. Am I going to answer the phone or pull a Lazy RxMan and be "helping a customer on aisle eight?" I ask myself.
I decide to answer the phone.
"Uh yeah, my friend is Jim Swell. His phone died. I'm coming in to pay for his Oxycodone script for him."
I decide to answer the phone.
"Uh yeah, my friend is Jim Swell. His phone died. I'm coming in to pay for his Oxycodone script for him."
I've actually been down this road before. I'm much wiser now.
"He'll have to verify that's ok," I reply.
"Uh yeah, but his phone died. He said it was ok."
"That's fine, but he specifically asked us not to let anyone but him pick up his meds. It's here in his file."
"He did? Uh... <long pause> yeah, I'll call b..."
<disconnects abruptly>
Five minutes to closing Jim Swell comes in to pick up his meds. He has no idea who called or anything about giving someone an ok to pick up his meds today.
How the caller knew Jim's name or that he had an Oxycodone script ready to pick up is still unknown, but I do know people will do anything to get more of those magic tablets.
Anything.
<disconnects abruptly>
Five minutes to closing Jim Swell comes in to pick up his meds. He has no idea who called or anything about giving someone an ok to pick up his meds today.
How the caller knew Jim's name or that he had an Oxycodone script ready to pick up is still unknown, but I do know people will do anything to get more of those magic tablets.
Anything.






































