I work in a pharmacy that closes from 1:30 to 2:00 every day for lunch. In our state, if the pharmacist is not in the pharmacy, then prescriptions cannot be sold. It was 1:53, I was finishing up lunch and decided to leave the safety of my breakroom and run to the little cat’s room.
On my way, I saw some of my senior patients making their way to the pharmacy. I thought to myself, “They’ll probably just have a seat until the pharmacy opens. There is a large sign explaining clearly that we will return at 2:00.”
I did my business in the restroom. As I was washing my hands, the restroom door swung open, and in came my patient’s wife.
Woman: *Demanding* “I followed you in here. Why can’t we pick up our script?”
This woman was a bit past seventy-five, and I’m built like an Amazon. I didn’t feel physically intimidated, but I honestly could not believe the gall.
Me: *Shortly* “We go to lunch from 1:30 to 2:00.”
Woman: “I understand that, but why can’t I pick up my script?”
Me: “Because the pharmacist is not on duty. We cannot sell scripts when the pharmacist is not there.”
Woman: *Getting sassier* “Well, where is he?”
Me: “She is at lunch and will be back at 2:00 — when you can pick up your script.”
Woman: “Ohhhh, I misunderstood.”
Then, she had the nerve to smile at me as I told her I needed to dry my hands.
This was not the first time I’d been accosted in the restroom, but this was the first time I had been followed into it. I’m just glad I wasn’t on the toilet this time.