I'm back. Montreal is great in the spring. As the snowbanks bake in the spring sun, the gradual melting reveals all sorts of goodies, from mangled bicycles, to abundant dog droppings, to perhaps even money. It's not uncommon to find money frozen in a patch of ice, or even an entire wallet. The things I have found when the meltwaters overflow the streets! Once I even found bus tickets. That was a good day. Today, while on my break, I saw a PC monitor that was thawing out of a snowbank. Very derelict.
[7:15 PM - Pharmaprix] Today a man asked me where the pregnancy tests were located, but he did so in a way that made it sound as though it was a legend, and he was inquiring if the legend - about these tellers of pregnancy - was in fact true. Yes. It is true. I took him to the section and then he asked me which one was better. I've never used one, so I wouldn't know.
They all claim to be 99.9% accurate. I think they should be able to round that off, don't you? If there is a 0.1% margin, I doubt that the city will be crawling with surprised pregnant people who only discover two weeks into it that they have another human growing inside of them.
The gentleman inquired on the price, so I pointed to the sticker. By the way, sir, if you are reading this (which I sincerely doubt, since you're busy sexing it up and making babies, so good for you!) there's no need to be ashamed about buying a pregnancy test. There's no need for a discreet tap on the back and too-close-to-the-face whispering. Life is beautiful, fucking embrace it.
He heard the price and stopped, hesitated, then asked me if it was only good for one test or if it could be reused over and over again.
What are you a baby machine? Is there, like, a sudden influx of possibly pregnant women in your life that you absolutely need a reusable pregnancy test in order to save money and make this purchase lucrative?
It's 20$, it's basically a high school chemistry test on a stick, and you pee on it. Common.
The next thing I did was show him the condom aisle before this poor fucker went broke as a result of his procreational bonanza.
Here's some Billy Taylor to usher in that old spring feeling.
16.3.09
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- Alan
- I work at Pharmaprix in NDG. I go to school. I aspire to become a journalist, or at least a decent columnist.
It always baffled me how clients placed their whole trust in drugstore mear drugstore clerks.
ReplyDeleteLike, how many times a day do clients come up to you and ask if this or that product will help with this or this problem?
I know each time someone asked me something like that, I would read the FUCKING LABEL. In front of them. Like they should've done in the first place.
(are there that many illiterate people out there?)
Illiterate yes, and stupid also. Do you know how many times people have pointed at a bottle shampoo and asked: "is this handsoap?" Too many. They need to stop feeding my psyche with blogging material.
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