Can you wait?
I am in my street clothes, coat on, in a darkened pharmacy, gates down. I just got to work.
So what is it about that scenario that begs for some dude to come up and ask me: “are you open!?” I think it must be the husband of the woman who chased me down the aisle at 10 minutes after closing time with the cash register in my one hand and my purse in the other asking “is it too late to pick up a prescription”
That usually gets me right under the skin. After being owned by the company for 11 hours, once the clock strikes “closed” it’s now MY time. I usually politely say no. This time was different. He called about 10 minutes before closing time. He was running late, could I stay just a little longer so he could get his meds? I knew the name, so I told him I would wait, just come to the back, even tho it will be dark in the pharmacy. He arrived around 20 min after we closed, smartly dressed but tired looking, picked up his stuff and graciously thanked me–He had to work late..again. Thanked me again and told me “if there is anything I could do for you, let me know”. I said “THANKS, but I know what you do for a living–I hope I never need you!” He smiled and left.
He is an oncologist.
Here’s to doing the right thing now and then, even when you wanna go home.
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