Today was an odd day in our pharmacy. Usually we're not very busy on Fridays, but we were jumping all day. We also had to deal with a weird number of people that were upset about various things. Like a girl, first thing, that asked me where our urine cleansing systems were, and when I said we didn't have anything like that, got our store manager, who promptly sent her to the Ex-Lax. Good luck, loser.
The stupid of the day went to a reverend that denied picking up his Viagra script and yelled that we were keeping from his duties. What kind of church he runs, I don't want to know. (The pharmacist found his signature on the pick up log within 5 minutes. Bwah!)
Also, last week, we filled a Suboxone script for a woman that elected to stare at me type the script instead of using our handy waiting area. While waiting, her and her boyfriend were browing our selection of pill cases, cutters and the like. Boyfriend spots a pill crusher. "Hey," he says, "that's when you crush Oxys!" Dumm-y, all the way. I told my pharmacist after they left and she just shook her head. What can you do, really?