Medical Wonders Of The After-Hours
(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 the clock which reads 8:30 pm* “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*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
