One quiet afternoon, while working with only one other assistant, a really tall lady with massive breasts, wearing a tight red dress entered the pharmacy with a prescription. I pleasantly served her while looking up into her eyes, rather than her shapely mammaries located at my eye level. I told her the prescription wouldn't take long as she was the only customer in the store and invited her to look around the shop while she waited.
I proceeded to dispense her prescription in the dispensary, at which time, my assistant casually approached me from her other duties of organising the recently delivered order and whispered, "Aren't you glad I left that customer for you?"
"You were busy doing the order," I replied, "So it's no problem."
"I thought you'd like a good look at her boobs," My assistant stated with a smirk.
At that very moment, the tall lady in the red dress with the big melons dropped some of her shopping in front of the service counter. She bent down to pick it up while facing away from us and both the assistant and I had a full moon view of her refined posterior.
The timing of the assistant's comment and our unexpected 'cheeky' observation forced us both into sudden, quieted laughter and an immediate crouch behind the dispensary counter to hide our amusement from the only customer in our shop.
My assistant regained her composure first, and before she left, declared, "Sometimes, you just have a good day..." Which kept me crouched in hushed laughter.
Eventually, I was able to complete the lady in red's prescription and serve her without so much as a smile, although it was a struggle. Once she had left, I was able to reveal to my assistant, "Yes. She had a nice figure, but... she was too tall..."
That put a smile on both our faces and had us reminiscing over the perfect timing of this most recent memorable event.
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Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Phlaming Stripper
One evening, working in an extended hours chemist, a fairly attractive woman with a fit body came in to ask some advice. Unfortunately, I was busy serving other customers at the time, so my female pre-registrant pharmacist – graduated from university but not yet registered as a pharmacist (an intern) – assisted the woman.
The pre-registrant pharmacist and the woman disappeared into the counseling room, leaving myself and another assistant to handle the last few customers. I trusted this pre-registrant knew what she was doing, so left her to handle the situation on her own.
Upon emerging from the counseling room, the attractive woman purchased a burn cream and a couple hydro-active dressings from my pre-registrant pharmacist.
Once the attractive woman left, there were no more customers remaining in the store and my pre-registrant pharmacist sauntered back to the dispensary counter with a cheeky grin. She then gloated, “Guess what, Mal?” and before I could respond, said, “I got to see her boobs!”
“Yeah, well. I’ve seen plenty of boobs before,” I retorted.
She laughed then spoke with a slick tongue, “She told me she’s a stripper and she does a show where she rubs a flame over her body. She puts sorbolene cream all over herself just beforehand so that she doesn’t burn her skin, but she missed a tiny spot on one of her boobs and burnt herself a little.”
… mmm… boobs…
Oh sorry. I got carried away a little. I responded, “So were they real or fake?”
The pre-registrant pharmacist and the woman disappeared into the counseling room, leaving myself and another assistant to handle the last few customers. I trusted this pre-registrant knew what she was doing, so left her to handle the situation on her own.
Upon emerging from the counseling room, the attractive woman purchased a burn cream and a couple hydro-active dressings from my pre-registrant pharmacist.
Once the attractive woman left, there were no more customers remaining in the store and my pre-registrant pharmacist sauntered back to the dispensary counter with a cheeky grin. She then gloated, “Guess what, Mal?” and before I could respond, said, “I got to see her boobs!”
“Yeah, well. I’ve seen plenty of boobs before,” I retorted.
She laughed then spoke with a slick tongue, “She told me she’s a stripper and she does a show where she rubs a flame over her body. She puts sorbolene cream all over herself just beforehand so that she doesn’t burn her skin, but she missed a tiny spot on one of her boobs and burnt herself a little.”
… mmm… boobs…
Oh sorry. I got carried away a little. I responded, “So were they real or fake?”
Friday, 22 July 2011
Phoxy Photos
Back in the glory years of pharmacy, before the digital age, there used to be this service called photo processing. For those that don't remember, it involved dropping off 35mm film from a camera then sending it to a company who processed the photos and returned it the following day. Rarely, the pharmacy had its own processing lab and could have the photos processed in an hour. That was like 5 years ago...
I was lucky enough to work in a pharmacy that actually had one of those processing labs. Often, one of the assistants that was trained to process photos would bring someone's unusual photo to the dispensary and show the staff - and we would laugh! Boy did we laugh sometimes... good times.
On one occasion, an assistant brought over another unusual photo to the dispensary and said to us, "This is how I like to watch TV!"
On display was an overweight, blonde sheila sitting on a couch - not unusual so far, I mean, that's where you see a lot of overweight people sitting. The unusual thing was... She was completely NEKKED!!! (That's 'naked' for those that don't know how to spell cool on the internet - because I'm hip).
Imagine pale white skin, some of it red and chafed, rolls of fat (definitely not p.h. phat - that's a cool way of saying 'fat' ;)), droopy boobs and Allota Fagina! (Not the character from Austin Powers - See Alotta Fagina).
Gross!
So for that, the customer that had those photos processed were charged a dishonour fee. I think it was around $10... but only after we laughed at the photo first.
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In a different time, at another pharmacy that had film sent off to a central location to be processed, one of the male pharmacy students was a little bit... horny, so to speak.
What seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence, attractive women would drop off film to process. Each time he would attempt to chat the girls up. He would fail, but he would mark their processing envelope so he would remember which one was theirs when they returned.
On one occasion, he accepted film from a woman he described as, 'Saucy.' He had a feeling she would be the dirty type so he couldn't resist, when her photos were returned, to carefully, ever so carefully, open the tape holding the envelope closed with a razor blade. On inspection of the photos, there was nothing special, a few people in a group photo at a house, party perhaps. Flicking through, oh there's a dog, picture of food, until...
He found something! On one of the occasions the camera was used, there was another party. The girl he failed at picking up at the pharmacy counter was in it with two of her girlfriends dressed, in what could only be described as, 'slutty attire.' SCORE!!
But wait, there's more! As he scrolled through the photos, an object started to be incorporated into their poses... a banana! Now if you are a dirty little pharmacist like me, you can imagine the banana was being put in people's mouths, held at backsides in a provocative manner - and it was! LEVEL UP!
Unfortunately, the photos with the phallic object ended, and so did the sluttiness. Wait, did I say 'unfortunately?' I meant, 'Thank god,' because I'm professional.
The horny student, after having his fix, replaced the sticky tape so the photos looked like they were never tampered with, because that is wrong! And the attractive woman had no idea. End story.
Aren't you glad your photos are digital now and you don't have to print them to view them? Just don't put them online, or have you computer hacked, etc.
*Disclaimer: I don't condone the viewing of other peoples personal items without permission, but from what I hear, it happens every day. This is no excuse for what these staff members did and I urge all pharmacists to be professional. This story shows you what could happen, or has already happened to you, so be careful with your belongings.
I was lucky enough to work in a pharmacy that actually had one of those processing labs. Often, one of the assistants that was trained to process photos would bring someone's unusual photo to the dispensary and show the staff - and we would laugh! Boy did we laugh sometimes... good times.
On one occasion, an assistant brought over another unusual photo to the dispensary and said to us, "This is how I like to watch TV!"
On display was an overweight, blonde sheila sitting on a couch - not unusual so far, I mean, that's where you see a lot of overweight people sitting. The unusual thing was... She was completely NEKKED!!! (That's 'naked' for those that don't know how to spell cool on the internet - because I'm hip).
Imagine pale white skin, some of it red and chafed, rolls of fat (definitely not p.h. phat - that's a cool way of saying 'fat' ;)), droopy boobs and Allota Fagina! (Not the character from Austin Powers - See Alotta Fagina).
Gross!
So for that, the customer that had those photos processed were charged a dishonour fee. I think it was around $10... but only after we laughed at the photo first.
---
In a different time, at another pharmacy that had film sent off to a central location to be processed, one of the male pharmacy students was a little bit... horny, so to speak.
What seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence, attractive women would drop off film to process. Each time he would attempt to chat the girls up. He would fail, but he would mark their processing envelope so he would remember which one was theirs when they returned.
On one occasion, he accepted film from a woman he described as, 'Saucy.' He had a feeling she would be the dirty type so he couldn't resist, when her photos were returned, to carefully, ever so carefully, open the tape holding the envelope closed with a razor blade. On inspection of the photos, there was nothing special, a few people in a group photo at a house, party perhaps. Flicking through, oh there's a dog, picture of food, until...
He found something! On one of the occasions the camera was used, there was another party. The girl he failed at picking up at the pharmacy counter was in it with two of her girlfriends dressed, in what could only be described as, 'slutty attire.' SCORE!!
But wait, there's more! As he scrolled through the photos, an object started to be incorporated into their poses... a banana! Now if you are a dirty little pharmacist like me, you can imagine the banana was being put in people's mouths, held at backsides in a provocative manner - and it was! LEVEL UP!
Unfortunately, the photos with the phallic object ended, and so did the sluttiness. Wait, did I say 'unfortunately?' I meant, 'Thank god,' because I'm professional.
The horny student, after having his fix, replaced the sticky tape so the photos looked like they were never tampered with, because that is wrong! And the attractive woman had no idea. End story.
Aren't you glad your photos are digital now and you don't have to print them to view them? Just don't put them online, or have you computer hacked, etc.
*Disclaimer: I don't condone the viewing of other peoples personal items without permission, but from what I hear, it happens every day. This is no excuse for what these staff members did and I urge all pharmacists to be professional. This story shows you what could happen, or has already happened to you, so be careful with your belongings.
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