Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 21-03-2012
Tags: humor, pharmacist, small town
I live in a smallish town where the neighborhood pharmacist knows me by name.
It’s quite nice to be greeted by name. But a little awkward too. Because it means that the friendly pharmacist knows my prescriptions. My ailments. My illnesses.
And he knows about my rash.
So the other day while I’m out grocery shopping, he calls out rather loudly, “Hi Pippi! How are you? How is your rash?”
Awkward. A little privacy, will ya? Let’s keep the rash on the down low, shall we. As if I want all of aisle 8 to know…