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Guy walked in to the pharmacy fresh from his surgery (bracelet still on, bandages around his neck). He hands me a script for Percocet, we fill it, and I ring him up. I'm telling him that he should take it with food when all of a sudden I see the look on his face change from "Whoah, this is awesome, I'm still in an anesthesia haze" to "Hey, this chap looks like he would like some of my last meal all over him". Since I have the instincts of a ninja, I am able to dive for cover, and keep the vast majority of it from touching me. However, the counter and floor at my window didn't fare so well.
The guy was super apologetic and embarrassed, explaining that the anesthesia is to blame, which is fine. I call for clean up, and amazingly every single grocery clerk in the store miraculously disappeared. There must have been a ton of carts in the parking lot that needed to be collected or something.
In my 5 years of working in a pharmacy, this was a first for me. Might be time to rethink my career choice.
The guy was super apologetic and embarrassed, explaining that the anesthesia is to blame, which is fine. I call for clean up, and amazingly every single grocery clerk in the store miraculously disappeared. There must have been a ton of carts in the parking lot that needed to be collected or something.
In my 5 years of working in a pharmacy, this was a first for me. Might be time to rethink my career choice.