Totally Pill-aged

(Some coworkers and I are sitting in the break room eating lunch. I’m lactose intolerant, but love cheese, so I bring a couple of over-the-counter pills in a plastic bag to take with my meal and prevent horrible consequences. You’re supposed to take the pills with your first bite of food, so I already have my meal in front of me when I realize the bag with the pills has disappeared from the top of the table. I look around and spot the now empty bag sitting next to a coworker.)

Me: “Is that the bag my pills were in? Where are the pills?”

Coworker: “Were those yours? I thought they were supplements, so I took them.”

Me: “They’re digestive supplements for people with lactose intolerance. Wait a minute: you took random pills from a plastic bag and you didn’t know what they were or who left them there?!”

(As I say this, the whole table is looking at my coworker like she’s nuts.)

Coworker: “Well how was I supposed to know what I was doing?”

Me: “We’re nurses!”