This joke is JUST a tad over the top but reminded me of SO many days I had
when I was working. And now I feel so much better now that I'm not. (But some days
I do miss it too.). Opening up in the mornings was like this almost every day. Phones
always ringing (before automated phone answering machines), lines of people waiting (always
impatiently), and no other clerks etc there early either. Ah those were the days. But I do
miss the people.
Anyway, it does bring to memory a fun story (my sister probably still hates me for this one).
She was working as a clerk at the front counter, I was a Pharmacy intern. We had a
Chinese customer who spoke no English. He usually came in with his grandson who did speak
English but this evening he was alone and he had a prescription for suppositories. The
Pharmacist on duty and I handed the filled bottle to Patty and then disappeared. We knew
he would be asking how to take or use the things. Poor Patty! (I do not wonder why I get
nasty birthday cards from her even now!). She had to use "sign language" of sorts to show
how to use them. Okay, it was a bit mean...maybe a lot mean. I don't think she spoke to
me for some time after that. But it was funny.
Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully, she explained, "It's the druggist. He insulted me terribly this morning on the phone."
Immediately the husband drove downtown to confront the druggist, and demand an apology. Before he could say more then a word or two, the druggist said, "Now just a minute, Mr. Johnson! Listen to my side of it."
"This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, only to realize that I had locked the house, and car keys were inside. I had to break a window to get my keys. Then, driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Later, when I was about three blocks from the store, I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store, there were a bunch of people waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened, and started waiting on these people. All the time the darn phone was ringing off the hook. I had to break open a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels. The phone was still ringing. When I came up, I cracked my head on the open cash drawer. That made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it, and half of them hit the floor and broke. Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let up. When I finally got to answer it, it was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a RECTAL thermometer. And believe me Mister, as God is my witness ... all I did was tell her!"