Let's redo today's blog...shall we?

Here's me! I'm by myself with a pharmacist until 1:30pm. Not bad. I can handle it. When the other techs come in...that's when the debauchery starts.

Old man walks up...everybody knows him but me. Wants to know if he has a prescription. I check. Nope! He winces and asks if I can fax the doctor and ask for it. He says it's a trial pack. Okay? Trial of what?

He changes the subject and asks if I can tell him where the Swiffer sweepers are. Okay? Um....not really sure but I offer to help him find it.

His eyes light up and he says, "Well, that'll be the highlight of my day darlin'! Come on and show me!"

I walk the aisles and find it after he asks, "Do you know what a Swiffer Sweeper is?"

I say, "I'm a girl....of course I know what a Swiffer is. I clean...on occasion."

He replies, "Oh I can see you're a girl. A pretty girl at that!"

I do a little wiggle and a giggle and point him in the right direction. As I'm showing him the difference between a dry sweeper and a wet sweeper (dirty thought) I slip in the question.

"Um....what's a trial pack and what pray tell am I asking the doctor for?"

His reply? Come one guys.....can you take a guess?

CIALIS!!!!

Oh good golly molly....is it time to go home yet?

Yep, that's my life. It was only a matter of time and I knew it was coming. (dirty thought) The old man looking for a prescription for Cialis and the aisle the Swiffer Sweepers and sponges were.

I. Love. My. Life.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.