You know those moments where you go into an insanely busy pharmacy in the heart of a major metropolitan area and the pharmacist knows you by name?
My friend’s bus driver asked her on a date once (she was engaged at the time, so it wasn’t going to happen), the same way I have stumbled upon this sense of recognition my pharmacist has when he sees me (which is pretty frequently). I wonder sometimes about the amount of information my pharmacist knows about me.
I find it a little creepy, really.
Not in a full-blown total creeper sort of way, but in a general discomfort sort of way. Not my sexually harassing high school teacher kind of way, but a “you aren’t a doctor but you know some very intimate things about me,” way.
I’m sure there is some kind of secret pharmacist oath that they have to take.