Fridays are good.
Hey, Rob, sir, question, given it's in your line of business.
As you might know, I was temporarily on blood-pressure medication (taken off a few weeks ago), and had to use a pharmacy.
Not exactly a common experience for me, using a pharmacy.
I went to one of the pharmacies in the big city, inside a Hy-Vee grocery store.
The name-plates indicated 4 pharmacists and 8 pharmacy technicians and "interns" were on duty at the time.
It was about 5:00 p.m. on a Friday.
I personally eyewitnessed something I had never seen since I was wandering around the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all--there were hordes and hordes and hordes of people jamming up against the pick-up counter, pushing and shoving and elbowing.
As I wasn't in any hurry, and had no where in particular to go, I just sat at a table and watched.
Blew the mind, the great masses surging forward as if a bunch of ill-clothed Ukrainian workers and peasants getting into a bread-line.
The big city (population 20,000) by the way has lots and lots of pharmacies, scattered all over town, some of them free-standing, others inside large retail establishments. So it's not like there's a shortage of places to get drugs.
I sat there and stared, open-mouthed, at the spectacle for more than half an hour.
Does it get like this, at your place?
I've never seen such a phenomenon; even in Lincoln, where I was occasionally prescribed penicillin (like, about once every four or six years), I was always the only person at the counter, and had ample opportunity to pass the time chitchatting with the pharmacist as he or she filled the order.
This was like, wow.