Bozo Wanna Benzo

A customer has handed the pharmacist a prescription sheet. The pharmacist looks at it and is unable to suppress a laugh.

Customer: “What’s the matter?!”

Pharmacist: “I think you might want to walk away and avoid some trouble for yourself.”

Customer: “What are you talking about?! Just give me my meds!”

Pharmacist: “Look, I am sure this started as a legitimate script. But you’ve written over the black pen that the doctor used with a red pen, you’ve changed it to a benzo and the dispense amount is… well… I’ll politely say it’s excessive, as are the refills.”

Customer: “You can’t prove—”

Pharmacist: “—actually I can, since this is a small town with only two pharmacies and one psychiatrist who visits us weekly. I’m going to call the psychiatrist now and how well things go for you from here is dependent on if you’re still here when I hang up.”

He left, swearing up a storm. The psychiatrist was informed and said he would call the appropriate people, and we are sure he did based on the police coming by that afternoon to take a statement.