Upon being witness to the pharmacy's goings-on, she was intrigued. Her mind was formulating a money saving scenario, of which, this generation has never seen. In the meantime, a busy technician rang out the veritable endless train of cars utilizing the drive-through.
The young lady noticed something.
Something of monument.
Her interpretation of what was transpiring couldn't be more accurate.
Finally, upon being rung out herself, she had to ask.
"So, if you go through the drive-through thingy, like, you don't have to pay? It's free?"
The technician looked at me, with a smile running away from her face. She looked to me, the Pharmacist, to take this one. I did what any mature, competent, and compassionate professional would do. I asked a question in return.
"Are you serious right now?"
I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, as Earth beckoned me. This exchange did, however, give me hope. If the drive-through was paying for itself, then maybe, just maybe, my phone would answer itself.
It just keeps ringing. Shit.
