The Day My Husband Made a Pharmacist Remorse His Profession
My husband walked right into a pharmacy and requested to talk with the pharmacist on obligation. As he waited, he took out a small brown bottle and a teaspoon, putting them rigorously on the counter.
The pharmacist walked over, smiled, and requested if he may assist.
My husband mentioned,
“Sure. May you please style this for me?”
Since my husband was clearly older—and with a number of clients now watching—the pharmacist reluctantly agreed. He took the spoon, dipped a small quantity of the liquid, tasted it, and swished it round.
Instantly, his face twisted in disgust. He spat it onto the ground and began coughing uncontrollably.
When he lastly completed, my husband regarded him straight within the eye and requested:
“Now… does it style candy to you?”
Nonetheless gagging and shaking his head, the pharmacist shouted,
“NO! By no means!”
My husband sighed in reduction and mentioned:
“Oh, thank goodness. My physician advised me to have a pharmacist take a look at my urine for sugar.” 😅🤣
