I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some prescriptions for my Dad, he dropped them off before work then told them I would be in later. We love this pharmacy, everyone there is awesome and both Dad and I have made friends with the staff and Pharmacist.
*Bit of background, Dad and I both go to the same arthritis doctor, I'm not on medication yet, Dad is, the pharmacist knows this since we normally chat for a bit.*
When I came in there was a cranky old lady who just wouldn't let one of the girls at the front desk go, constant gripes about well just about everything. I spoke to the other girl at the desk and we chatted a bit while we waited for the scripts I needed to pick up. She was admiring the fingerless gloves Mom made for me to help my joints stay warm so I don't have as much pain. This girl loves to crochet so I said I would drop off my other pair for her to copy, she thinks she might make a few pairs for favorite customers.
Well Cranky heard me mention it helps to keep my hands from hurting, and starts on me about how I don't know real pain, how she has arthritis then goes on a 'kids these days' rant. Finally she stops to take a breath, and I jump in, "If you really are having sooo much pain you should try Doctor M, that's who I go to for my arthritis, he is very good." Then I give her the sweetest most sympathetic smile I can. She started to tell me I couldn't possibly have arthritis at my age, when the pharmacist comes around the corner and hands over her prescription, then smiles at me. "Hi Squeaks, your script for Doctor M will be ready in a few minutes, how are your hands feeling today with all this cold and rain?" The lady made this loud angry noise and stomped out.
The Pharmacist said she has to be possibly the most annoying customer he has had. They always have to find some way to shut her down and get her out. So my being there and starting the process was perfect. She doesn't need to know the scripts are for Dad...
*Bit of background, Dad and I both go to the same arthritis doctor, I'm not on medication yet, Dad is, the pharmacist knows this since we normally chat for a bit.*
When I came in there was a cranky old lady who just wouldn't let one of the girls at the front desk go, constant gripes about well just about everything. I spoke to the other girl at the desk and we chatted a bit while we waited for the scripts I needed to pick up. She was admiring the fingerless gloves Mom made for me to help my joints stay warm so I don't have as much pain. This girl loves to crochet so I said I would drop off my other pair for her to copy, she thinks she might make a few pairs for favorite customers.
Well Cranky heard me mention it helps to keep my hands from hurting, and starts on me about how I don't know real pain, how she has arthritis then goes on a 'kids these days' rant. Finally she stops to take a breath, and I jump in, "If you really are having sooo much pain you should try Doctor M, that's who I go to for my arthritis, he is very good." Then I give her the sweetest most sympathetic smile I can. She started to tell me I couldn't possibly have arthritis at my age, when the pharmacist comes around the corner and hands over her prescription, then smiles at me. "Hi Squeaks, your script for Doctor M will be ready in a few minutes, how are your hands feeling today with all this cold and rain?" The lady made this loud angry noise and stomped out.
The Pharmacist said she has to be possibly the most annoying customer he has had. They always have to find some way to shut her down and get her out. So my being there and starting the process was perfect. She doesn't need to know the scripts are for Dad...
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