I went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Then this exchange between the pharmacist and me regarding the pills that are wrapped separately and ridiculously hard to open.
“Why do they pack these pills like this. They are so hard to open?” I complained.
“They have to make them secure so your grandchildren can’t open them, because they could be very harmful to them.”
Changing tactics, I said, “First time you all did them for me here and put them in a pill bottle. But then I got these sheet things. I called and asked that they be opened for me and someone said they couldn’t do that because the pills lost potency by being exposed to the air because of the humidity or something like that.”
“Just use scissors and cut them open,” she suggested.
“I do that but I still can’t get them out of the little space thingy,” I continued.
She signified agreement as she very helpfully said, “Don’t you have any grandchildren who could open them for you?”
I laughingly said, “Yes. I guess I could have the kids open them.”
She smiled. As I was leaving she reached for the pill bottle already labeled, and said, “I can give you the pill bottle to put them in.”
Do you see a little irony here?