TOO MUCH INFORMATION
An incredibly cutish guy oozing with charm presented a prescription for a rather sensitive problem. I prepared it and packaged it up discretely before taking it out.
Before we started transaction he asked if I could give him a hand with some vitamins….I did…..and then some skin care and other random bits…which I also did. He seemed to have no further questions and as we were in a private spot in the shop I asked if he knew what to do with the contents in the paper bag I was holding. He gave a cheeky grin. The doctor did explain exactly how to apply it didn’t he? I asked and his grin widened but he said nothing. You want me to explain it to you don’t you? I then questioned and he responded with; absolutely you have a wonderful way of explaining. As it wasn’t a fun problem I thought I’d liven things up a bit and give a light hearted guide and tips and stuff. He thought I was very good and hysterical and loved my unique terminology and we shared a bit of a private chuckle in our discrete corner which wasn’t so discrete anymore as everyone turned to look at us and wondered what we laughing about and looking incredibly guilty at the same time. We then went to till and I charged him and as he left he mentioned that he definitely would be coming back to see me. I smiled and waved.
Tracey then of course gave me the third degree about how naughty we both looked in the corner and what a flirt he was and how I was flirting back with him and it all looked really hopeful. Mmm sadly it wasn’t meant to be as I obviously knew too much information. If his sensitive problem was a fixable one….perhaps yes a possibility…. But alas… no a recurring one that I so did not need added to my cocktail of medical mayhem.
