I work in a photo lab. My lab is located at the front of aisle nine. What's at the back of aisle nine? The pharmacy. You can see it clear as day. I can see the poor techs slaving away on those keyboards and phones all day.
I see a lady in the middle of the aisle holding a huge jar of pills that she had just picked up from our OTC aisle. She reads the back momentarily before heading my way. She then approaches me at my counter and asks me if the pills were a good substitute for a vitamin/chemical/or drug that I honestly cannot pronounce. I politely tell her that I don't know and that the friendly white-coated pharmacist back there would answer this question.
She grabs the bottle out of my hands and walks that way grumbling, "You don't know anything do you?"
I see a lady in the middle of the aisle holding a huge jar of pills that she had just picked up from our OTC aisle. She reads the back momentarily before heading my way. She then approaches me at my counter and asks me if the pills were a good substitute for a vitamin/chemical/or drug that I honestly cannot pronounce. I politely tell her that I don't know and that the friendly white-coated pharmacist back there would answer this question.
She grabs the bottle out of my hands and walks that way grumbling, "You don't know anything do you?"
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