Old Man: "Which do I press?"

Assistant Manager: "Accept. You don't want to clear it, do you?"

OM: "Where's 'enter', there's no enter"

AM: "Here I'll do it."

Clerk 1: "I need fives."

AM reaches over the counter and spins the credit card swipe towards himself, presses the 'accept' button, and spins it back. They look at each other, the receipt prints, AM tears it off and hands it to OM.

AM: "Ok, thanks."

Exit OM.

Old Woman: "Where do you have these?"

The Old Woman points to an item in that week's circular.

AM: "I'm sorry, we didn't get that in. I'm not sure why."

OW: "But it's in your ad"

AM: "Yes, but we don't make the ad here, at this store. If we did, I'd probably just put pencils in it or something, I don't know."

Clerk 1: "I need stamps."

AM: "CVS makes those months in advance and then we are at their mercy as far as receiving the item."

OW: "Well"

AM: "I can give you a raincheck."

AM writes on a piece of paper, tears it off, and hands it to OW.

Exit OW.

AM: "Thanks."

Intercom: "Manager to the pharmacy. Code 8"

AM picks up the phone and dials.

AM: "What do you need, fives and ones?"

AM unhooks his keys from his belt loop, opens the cash drawer, pulls out some cash, closes the drawer and starts to walk back to the pharmacy.

Clerk 1: "Hold on let me get my manager; Hey, this lady has a question."

AM puts the phone to his ear.

AM: "Hi, this is Jason. Ok. I'm sorry. Uh huh. Yes. Yes, I'm sorry. I'll talk to him about this. Yes, I understand."

AM hangs up the phone.









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