You rang, mallard?

People phone our pharmacy for all sorts of strange reasons.

My teeth are itchy. What does it mean?

You're mad.

The hamster's depressed. Can I give him one of my tablets?

No. You're mad.

I'm allergic to the tissues you sold me. I'm suing you.

Go ahead. You're mad.


Often though, the callers are anxious blokes, phoning to see if their online prescriptions are ready.

I need my Viagara now. Is it ready yet?

Yes. You can collect it whenever you want.

Good. I'll pop up soon.

Mmmm.........quite!



(WildWed4 tomorrow. Please don't tag WW4, as this may alarm some people into thinking that another war has begun overnight!)