Switching Places

About five years ago they opened a Caremark pharmacy for employees at my work location. It's pretty convenient when you want to pick up a prescription, but they also sell a small variety of medicine, vitamins, and personal hygiene products.

 

Well today I needed maxi pads because I forgot mine.

 

Isn't it great that I can hop next door and get them whenever, because that's pretty convenient.

 

I walked in and the pharmacist was on a call.  I picked up the package of maxi pads and plopped them on the counter and then smacked my payment down next to it, because I am a maxi pad buying bad ass.

 

When the pharmacist was finished the call, she went to ring me up.  I swiped my debit card and followed the directions and pretty much answered whatever question she needed without looking up.

 

"Last name?"

 

"McCarroll."

 

Some silence. I pressed debit.  "First name?"

 

"Jennifer."  I entered my pin.  Type, type, type-type tap tap type.

 

More silence. I continued through the menu options to finish my transaction.

 

"Is this for you or your husband?"

 

That caught my attention. I picked up the maxi pads and waved them in front of me. "Just buying these."

 

"Oh, sorry!" She quickly put them in a discreet brown bag, deftly folding the tip over, handing the bag to me with her face flushed.

 

"Although if he'd like to switch places and have his period instead, that's fine with me." I said, flatly.  I got no response, so I left with my receipt and my bag.