"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

a pharmacy tale. act one.

Working in an independent pharmacy is not your typical job, especially for a fifteen year old (holy shit, I've been working there for 4 years now). I've seen some pretty odd things, met some pretty strange individuals, and heard some fucked up things to say the least.

One incident stands out in my mind at the current moment. This one man - who I will refer to as MIKE X - came in for some viagra pills. This is a very common thing these days. People who look like your every day church-goer, your average soccer dad, and your grandpa. Boy, have I got some raunchy dirt on the people in this town. BUT I digress. At this one particular time, MIKE X asked for only one pill. Some conflict with his insurance or some shit. Well, while the pharmacist was in the back preparing his prescription, he leans over to me and says something along the lines of "I need that. All I fuck are 20 year olds and I can barely keep up." And he laughs. Now there's nothing wrong with giving your dick a little jump start every now and then, but this douche was well over 50. Not to mention a total slob with greasy hair and a gut. And I'm pretty sure he has a son who is close to that age. Gah, some things just give me the creeps.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? I can't wait.

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