STILL.
ROCKS.
http://www.theangrypharmacist.com/archives/2007/07/the_woman_who_c.html
This is so bad that I just have to make it its own entry.
A few weeks ago (yeah, its been that long) this woman came into our store. Now I'm in the back doing what I do best (filling vicodin and soma), when I noticed the girls in front start go get funny looks on their faces.
Then it hits me. There is this stank erupting from this woman. It smelt like expired chinese food, mixed with crab that had been sitting in the sun for about a week all mixed in with unwashed gamey crotch.
Now I have a strong stomach. Really strong. This stank made me run to the back and dry heave into my boss' garbage can. As I looked through the one way glass, I could see the entire store just clear out. The girls were spraying Lysol into the air and turning on the fans. The woman didn't even notice. She just kept on shopping away like nothing ever happened. Eventually the girls figure the Lysol is losing the war, so they retreat to the back. My eyes are watering from the heaving. The store is completely empty at this point. I can handle guns shoved in my face for money, but I was ill equipped for this womans chemical warfare.
Then I see the unexpected. Our pre-Intern (he starts pharmacy school next month) bravely walks up to the front, and fucking helps her. I sat there in admiration and awe. Like a solider that jumps on the hand grenade to save his friends, he took one for the team and helped this woman buy her $2 worth of earrings and sent her on her merry way.
Ever use Ozium? That really really strong air sanitizer? Well we used a bottle of it to make the store habitable again. Not the small bottle, the BIG bottle. Thank you pre-intern, to allow the Angry Pharmacist to blog another day. I will never forget you.
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