Medical Wonders Of The After-Hours

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(I work at a drugstore where the pharmacy closes a few hours sooner than the rest of the store. A customer bursts in holding a script from a doctor’s office, and yells at me from across the store.)

Customer: “OH, NO! WHEN DOES THE PHARMACY CLOSE?!”

Me: *glances at clock which reads 8:30pm* “Six. Sorry.”

Customer: “Oh no. Oh God! What do I do?!”

Me: “The pharmacy opens at nine in the morning, and closes at six, again. You can come back then and–”

Customer: “Is there a number I can call?! There has to be, for this sort of thing?”

Me: “No. I’m sorry. If you just–”

Customer: “But what does this town do in case of an emergency?!”

Me: “…we go to the hospital, ma’am.”

Customer: “The hospital? Thank you!” *leaves still clutching script tightly*