a customer needed an early refill on his ambien, because, you know, he left it somewhere. i hestitated, got the nod from the pharmacist, and went about my merry way clicking all of the OK buttons on the computer screen to fill his prescription afterall. on a scale of 1-10 of annoyance, he was about a 2. he wandered off, and i moved to the fill station to pour some little yellow pills out.
he came back, and i heard him tell the other tech, "i won the lottery!" he then produced several twenty dollar bills, as he won the scratch ticket lotto game... and he was visibly excited.
"hey! want to share?" i asked him, ambien bottle in hand.
"if it wasn't for you, i wouldn't have waited around and won! buy yourself a coffee!" he shoved a $20 across the counter.
i stared at it, certain this seeming bribe would cause the karma fairy to come crap and vomit on my head.
"i can't. no, i can't do that. buy yourself something nice," i told him.
"NO!" he said, "i insist. please, it's all because of you guys. seriously. buy yourself a coffee."
after several back and forth "no" and "yes," he left with his prescription (paid for in cash) and the lone $20 on the counter called out to me.
i announced to the tech and pharmacist we could buy some amazing snacks. visions of jelly beans, triscuits, and FRS galore danced through my head.
"no, i can't spend someone else's money," said both of them.
i contemplated how many cinnamon rolls $20 could buy for me alone-- briefly-- and then conceded to their point of view. slowly, i withdrew a white envelope from our stationary drawer, and wrote "snack fund yum-yum-yum" on the front, and placed the cash inside.
enjoy, less greedy coworkers.
1 comment:
Does this make you a normal "stash" dealer? I.E. like the one you find on the shady corner. I mean you got paid for the merch (personally).
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