It wasn't any ordinary Saturday. People started putting in prescriptions immediately after opening. Seriously who wakes up at 9 a.m. to get refills when they can sleep in. Priorities people. Priorities.
Anyway, a customer came in to get his refills. He's a regular, comes in most Saturdays to pick up his meds, He mumbles a bit and I'm half deaf so I usually can't 100% understand what he says. Today he stood at the counter with a bouquet of red and white chrysanthemum looking flowers wrapped in white parchment. Got his prescriptions out, asked him what he wanted, the usual, commented how nice his flowers looked.
"Oh, these are for you."
Wut.
Seriously?
Whut the actual...
"Are you serious?"
"Yea. It's Valentine's Day tomorrow. It's an early Valentine."
*Gawk* "I can't thank you enough. I'm really flattered. They're lovely."
He then asked me something about going out with him tomorrow and I was kinda tongue tied. Not sure if he was pulling my leg or not. But anyway, conclusion was: No, I need my sleep.
To be honest he wasn't high on my list of People I Want To Receive A Valentine From, but that really made my day. I was expecting not to receive anything at all, so the flowers were a pleasant surprise and also a good indication that for every person who despises me because of my incessant questioning of their medication use or declining to supply their usual medications (because "what do you mean my BMI is not high enough and I can't have my Xenical I get it all the time!"), there is a person who appreciates my concern of their wellbeing. These people are rare, but a good enough reason I didn't quit pharmacy school.
To you people out there, thanks for your understanding and kindness to this bumbling intern who is still fumbling her way through this profession. I can't thank you enough.
After work today all I wanted to do was to drag myself home and collapse into a heap. It had been a long day, never-ending stream of customers (some very draining ones too), problems with the tills at closing... As I hopped on the tram, a guy suddenly spoke.
"Hey, what flowers are these?"
"I actually have no idea. Do you like them?"
"Yes. I do."
I moved to the next carriage because it was so crowded, did not mean to be rude at all. And for some unexplained reason I found myself looking at him, at my bouquet, and I pulled out (in my opinion) the prettiest blossom amongst them.
After a few stops, the chappy got off and although it wasn't my stop I hopped off as well. Walked up to him and handed him the blossom. He looked like a kid who just got candy, absolutely adorable, and his smile was just infectious. He thanked me, crossed the road, looked back a few times and smiled. *If this was a Korean drama he'll walk into the pharmacy next Wednesday... And we'll get married and live happily ever after.*
Don't think I've felt this warm and fuzzy for quite some time.
