So it's the Kentucky Derby. The BIG race is tomorrow, but the freakshow has been goin' on all week long. My pharmacy is near Churchill Downs (literally across the street) and and the whole area sorta resembles a combination of carnival sideshow/lifestyles of the rich and famous/police state right now. We had to prove we worked at Kroger just to get into the parking lot this morning.
Today was Oaks Day. It's the Derby, but for fillies. It was really slow in the pharmacy because no one could get in. Midday, this strange looking guy comes in with a script for OxyContin 40, disp #60. He has medicaid but wants us to run it on cash for brand name. $400+, I tell him. No problemo, he says he'll be back in 20.
The rent-a-pharmacist floater doesn't really want to fill, but can't find a reason not to. Script looks real, but quacky (long story). Out of town doctor. Not like we could get a narcotics cop down to the store even if we wanted to today. So we fill.
While this is happening, I decide to walk out to a street vendor for a hot dog. As I'm walking back in OxyBoy and his chick are hanging out on our motorized wheelchairs in the parking lot. OxyBoy yells, "There she is" and takes off toward this car that just pulled in. I enter the store but stop to see what's up. They talk for a bit, then OxyBoy leans into the car and the driver hands him a WAD of cash.
I turned and went back into the store. As I was telling the pharmacist what I saw, the patient comes up to the counter and asks for his meds. Says he is in a hurry. I think, "yah, I bet you are in a hurry. There are 100,000+ people down here today and you gotta make some SALES."
Am I cynical? The pharmacist gave me the final call whether or not to fill. I said yes because the script was not an obvious forgery and I knew that the store manager and the pharmacy manager would want the sale. I didn't like it, but I didn't know what else to do. The floating pharmacist was kinda like, "I dunno, I'm here today, gone tomorrow - you decide."
What would you have done? Any thoughts?
Today was Oaks Day. It's the Derby, but for fillies. It was really slow in the pharmacy because no one could get in. Midday, this strange looking guy comes in with a script for OxyContin 40, disp #60. He has medicaid but wants us to run it on cash for brand name. $400+, I tell him. No problemo, he says he'll be back in 20.
The rent-a-pharmacist floater doesn't really want to fill, but can't find a reason not to. Script looks real, but quacky (long story). Out of town doctor. Not like we could get a narcotics cop down to the store even if we wanted to today. So we fill.
While this is happening, I decide to walk out to a street vendor for a hot dog. As I'm walking back in OxyBoy and his chick are hanging out on our motorized wheelchairs in the parking lot. OxyBoy yells, "There she is" and takes off toward this car that just pulled in. I enter the store but stop to see what's up. They talk for a bit, then OxyBoy leans into the car and the driver hands him a WAD of cash.
I turned and went back into the store. As I was telling the pharmacist what I saw, the patient comes up to the counter and asks for his meds. Says he is in a hurry. I think, "yah, I bet you are in a hurry. There are 100,000+ people down here today and you gotta make some SALES."
Am I cynical? The pharmacist gave me the final call whether or not to fill. I said yes because the script was not an obvious forgery and I knew that the store manager and the pharmacy manager would want the sale. I didn't like it, but I didn't know what else to do. The floating pharmacist was kinda like, "I dunno, I'm here today, gone tomorrow - you decide."
What would you have done? Any thoughts?