Went to CVS Pharmacy to pick up a prescription (more blood thinner, ughh!) and asked if I could get a flu shot, since they said the stuff was available on a walk-in basis. And the Rx clerk said, sure, she ran my insurance card and said, "Approved." Well, good. "Sit on this stool and wait." OK, I figured SHE would give me the serum. Or Mohammad the Master Pharmacist, I don't know how much he knows but he has a neat Egyptian accent. But no - they hem and haw and finally choose some stock clerk, maybe all of 18 years old. And by the looks of it, she had never handled a hypodermic in her life. Right arm or left? I said left, that apparently got them all flustered. Finally they moved me to a chair down the way. Trembling clerk sat next to me and the Rx clerk was coaching her on how to do it. She finally stuck the needle in my shoulder (not sure that's the approved place) and got the stuff in. Dead silence for fifteen seconds. I figured SOMEONE had to say SOMETHING, so I yelled, "OUCH!!" 18-year-old almost dropped the needle.

Another potential Pre-Med Student going to switch majors to Sociology.

I told this story to my roommate and he replied, "I used to give my friends heroin injections at age 14." Ubbba ubbbba ubbbba urrrrrp!

Too bad Reggie Gummer doesn't compile Pharmacy Stories instead of Casino Harvest Stories, it's a good one for his collection!