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    Went To The Wrong Joint, Part 2

    | CA, USA | Health & Body, Pets & Animals

    (Our clinic has an animal hotel which backs out onto the alley behind. The back entrance is for employees and for taking dogs out for walks, and so only has a small sign to indicate it is an animal clinic. It is otherwise an anonymous-looking building, in an alleyway that looks like several others behind our neighboring strip malls. One such alleyway contains a medical marijuana clinic. It is 8 am on a Sunday. A stranger in his early twenties approaches me as I am taking a dog out for his morning business. I am in my scrubs, and so on the street I am sometimes mistaken for a nurse.)

    Stranger: “Hey, you work here?”

    Me: “Yep, I’m new.”

    Stranger: “Okay, cool. They let you bring your dog to work with you?”

    Me: “No, this is one of our boarders. Can I help you with something?”

    Stranger: “They shouldn’t let you keep dogs in there! What if they ate your stock?”

    Me: “I assure you, the pharmacy is kept well away from them. Did you need something?”

    Stranger: “Yeah, just a dime.”

    Me: *blankly* “I don’t have my wallet with me, I’m sorry.”

    Stranger: *also blankly* “No, I mean… could you let me into the building so I can get it?”

    Me: *thinking he is joking, I laugh* “The clinic is technically closed, sorry. Besides, I don’t think I want you going through my stuff!”

    Stranger: “I don’t get it! My friends said you guys are super helpful! I just want to buy a dime!”

    (At this point, I finally putting the pieces together.)

    Me: “Ah, actually… we aren’t that kind of clinic. That one is the next alley up, but I’m pretty sure they’re closed at this time of day. We’re an animal clinic.”

    Stranger: “S***! Sorry to bother you!”

    (The stranger starts to leave in the direction he came from, but then turns around and goes the way I pointed and laughs.)

    Stranger: “Yeah… I might be a little high.”

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