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From Here To Eternity (Or, The Not So Glorious Holes) And Other Stories. [GROSS]
First time I've used the NSFW tag. AND it is quite gross. You HAVE been warned.
Three tales from my Aid of Rite today. I think I will start with the least dramatic, going up to the most.
Playing On Sympathy
A girl about 25 ish comes in, strung out on something already-twitchy, huffy, incapable of being still. She goes to the pharmacy and begs for needles. Pharmacist refuses because girl does not have ID and she's already high as a kite. Girl goes to random guy a few aisles down and makes up a sob story to the tech about her daughter being diabetic and not having ID and the evil pharmacist will not give me my needles to save my little girl's life. Guy shows his ID, gets the needles, give it to girl. Girl sits in parking lot in her car shooting up and tossing the needles out the window.
"Prescription? What Prescription?"
Scudzy older guy with long stringy hair, dirty, stained, torn clothes and a cane came into my store and asked me to call him a cab. I do and he goes to the pharmacy to wait. When his turn is called and he's paying for his $300+ worth of prescriptions, his credit and debit card are refused and so are the checks he made out. He bargains with pharmacist and gets the essentials he needed, about $80. As tech is processing the scripts, she made the mistake of putting it near Scudzy guy. Scudzy guy grabs the bag and books it as fast as he can with a limp, into the waiting cab and heads off. Police are called, information about the guy is given and the police show up at his house. Scudzy guy says "Oh, I wasn't there today." Unfortunately for us, we can't give the tape to the police since only LP agents are allowed to do that. So he essentially got away with $80 of prescriptions.
And now the story you've all been waiting for.
From Here To Eternity; Or, The Not So Glorious Holes
Guy, I'd say 70ish came in with a roll of film and asked if we could process it. "Sure," I say. "I can ask if the photo lab is running today." Cashier N says she will do it and guy says to me as he's filling out the form. "Oh, there might be a few pictures you might need to delete off that roll of film. Heh heh heh." I think to myself, Hm...ok. That laugh sounds a little weird but maybe it's just the usual blurry pictures or fingers in the frame or whatnot.
15 minutes later.
"I need S1 to photo please." N cannot stop snickering.
I'm passing by. "What's so funny?"
"You might want to see this ralerin."
So we all gather around the screen. Almost the entire roll of film was filled with photos of the guy's wife, also 70ish. Silly me thought the guy had taken a few photos of his dog's asscrack for some reason. As I got closer I saw I was horribly mistaken.
The guy had taken photos of his wife naked from every possible angle. The camera captured, in full, picturesque detail, every last nuance and bit of wrinkly, pale, pasty, senior skin around his wife's anus and vagina while she posed in doggy style pose. And to make matters better, he had placed the camera inside said anus and vagina and gotten photos of her colon and her cervix. We saw wrinkly sagging boobs as well, plenty of those. Her face was not shown, thankfully.
"What the fuck." S1 says.
"*snickering*" N says.
"*horrified gasp* Seriously?" I say.
N prints the photos anyway. It's early on a Sunday and there's not many people around and N cannot stop snickering. She wraps the photos neatly and the guy comes back in an hour to pick them up. Guy comes in smelling like a combination of fish and sex. I ring up his photos, trying to keep the horrified amusement off my face.
"Oh, by the way," guy asks. "Do you sell Christmas cards that have holders for photos on them?"
"...No, the closest equivalent we have are the fancy USB cards, but you'd need a computer to put your photos on that."
"Oh, ok." He paid and left.
Three tales from my Aid of Rite today. I think I will start with the least dramatic, going up to the most.
Playing On Sympathy
A girl about 25 ish comes in, strung out on something already-twitchy, huffy, incapable of being still. She goes to the pharmacy and begs for needles. Pharmacist refuses because girl does not have ID and she's already high as a kite. Girl goes to random guy a few aisles down and makes up a sob story to the tech about her daughter being diabetic and not having ID and the evil pharmacist will not give me my needles to save my little girl's life. Guy shows his ID, gets the needles, give it to girl. Girl sits in parking lot in her car shooting up and tossing the needles out the window.
"Prescription? What Prescription?"
Scudzy older guy with long stringy hair, dirty, stained, torn clothes and a cane came into my store and asked me to call him a cab. I do and he goes to the pharmacy to wait. When his turn is called and he's paying for his $300+ worth of prescriptions, his credit and debit card are refused and so are the checks he made out. He bargains with pharmacist and gets the essentials he needed, about $80. As tech is processing the scripts, she made the mistake of putting it near Scudzy guy. Scudzy guy grabs the bag and books it as fast as he can with a limp, into the waiting cab and heads off. Police are called, information about the guy is given and the police show up at his house. Scudzy guy says "Oh, I wasn't there today." Unfortunately for us, we can't give the tape to the police since only LP agents are allowed to do that. So he essentially got away with $80 of prescriptions.
And now the story you've all been waiting for.
From Here To Eternity; Or, The Not So Glorious Holes
Guy, I'd say 70ish came in with a roll of film and asked if we could process it. "Sure," I say. "I can ask if the photo lab is running today." Cashier N says she will do it and guy says to me as he's filling out the form. "Oh, there might be a few pictures you might need to delete off that roll of film. Heh heh heh." I think to myself, Hm...ok. That laugh sounds a little weird but maybe it's just the usual blurry pictures or fingers in the frame or whatnot.
15 minutes later.
"I need S1 to photo please." N cannot stop snickering.
I'm passing by. "What's so funny?"
"You might want to see this ralerin."
So we all gather around the screen. Almost the entire roll of film was filled with photos of the guy's wife, also 70ish. Silly me thought the guy had taken a few photos of his dog's asscrack for some reason. As I got closer I saw I was horribly mistaken.
The guy had taken photos of his wife naked from every possible angle. The camera captured, in full, picturesque detail, every last nuance and bit of wrinkly, pale, pasty, senior skin around his wife's anus and vagina while she posed in doggy style pose. And to make matters better, he had placed the camera inside said anus and vagina and gotten photos of her colon and her cervix. We saw wrinkly sagging boobs as well, plenty of those. Her face was not shown, thankfully.
"What the fuck." S1 says.
"*snickering*" N says.
"*horrified gasp* Seriously?" I say.
N prints the photos anyway. It's early on a Sunday and there's not many people around and N cannot stop snickering. She wraps the photos neatly and the guy comes back in an hour to pick them up. Guy comes in smelling like a combination of fish and sex. I ring up his photos, trying to keep the horrified amusement off my face.
"Oh, by the way," guy asks. "Do you sell Christmas cards that have holders for photos on them?"
"...No, the closest equivalent we have are the fancy USB cards, but you'd need a computer to put your photos on that."
"Oh, ok." He paid and left.
I mean, good for them for still having fun with each other and all that, but no one else needs to be witness to it. They really need to invest in a digital camera and a home printer to print those things off themselves.
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