Very late one evening, a drunkard stumbled in from the nearby pub, slurring every word he uttered. The pharmacist on duty at the time was available to serve him, yet struggled to understand exactly what he wanted. Instead, the pharmacist commented on how good a night the gentleman obviously had had.
This started up a whole conversation between the pharmacist and the inebriated man, one side professional & cheerful, the other almost completely incomprehensible.
Nearing the end of their buoyant discussion, the pharmacist tried to discern the product the gentleman was after. As it turned out, it appeared the intoxicated party was after what is commonly termed, a fit-pack. An item packaged with three to five 1mL syringes (depending on the pack size requested), which, in its heyday was used by diabetics to inject insulin. Since, in Australia, most insulin requiring diabetics now receive their insulin injecting equipment for free, they are most commonly reserved for drug addicts to obtain clean needles, rather than share syringes, as well as their diseases.
The intoxicated gentleman put $20 on the counter, while still in conversation with the pharmacist, of whom processed the sale. The pharmacist then left the fit-pack and the money on the counter. The drunken man fumbled while retrieving his money then looked puzzled at the fit-pack, muttering loudly, “What’s this?”
He ripped open the fit-pack peering inside. “Syringes?!?” He slurred with gusto. “I didn’t ask for syringes!”
Then he stumbled out the front door of the pharmacy, never realising he spent $8 and left the item he didn’t need or want on the counter…
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