Source: Árpád Czapp
Last year, I made the difficult decision to switch pharmacies after my company moved to a new office in September. I must say, I am underwhelmed by the services of the boutique pharmacy mere blocks away from this new office. There is never a line, but I always have to wait for my meds, even though they only have about 35 patients total, by the looks of the prepared prescriptions on the back shelf. Not to mention, the pharmacists behind the desk clearly couldn’t care less if I was an anxious mess all day. So I can’t help but think they could never be as thoughtful as the attractive, tan pharmacist with a great smile I used to have! If they cared about me the way he did, they would cross moral and ethical boundaries to ensure I got the medication I needed in a timely manner. Is that so much to ask for??
As soon as the hot pharmacist and I met back in 2022, we mutually built a flirty rapport. Neither of us said anything out of the ordinary for a customer service interaction, but we were both just a little too nice to each other for it to be strictly professional. This flirtationship lasted literally three years without ever going anywhere. He never asked me out, I never asked him out, and I had a feeling that neither of us ever would. And even if he did, I probably wouldn’t have said yes. I had never been more of a tease than I was in these brief conversations about my DOB and the name of my medication. I was just adding something interesting to my chores. A will-they-won’t-they dynamic makes banal interactions so much more interesting. And for all I knew, he was doing the same thing! Maybe he flirted with every single woman who walked into this CVS. Maybe he was no better than the old man bartender at this German bar in Ridgewood who tells every girl, “If we put your face on the menu, we’d have a line down the block!”
When I told my friends about my dynamic with the young, hot pharmacist, they all told me that I was a victim of the patriarchy, but I had a hard time believing that. After all, he hadn’t technically done anything morally dubious. I was giving him the exact same vibes he was giving me. I had no idea if he was as phony as I was. The only way to find out was to make a move. When my company announced we were moving offices, I knew that this was my only chance to finally end this flirtationship.
In August, I waltzed into CVS pharmacy at 9:15 in the morning, and lo and behold, this man, whose name I didn’t even know yet, was working that day. I picked up my prescription as usual, and I dropped the bombshell.
“My company is moving offices, so I’m going to be switching pharmacies.”
He seemed bummed out about it, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. I left the pharmacy without incident and started walking to work.
Ten minutes later, I got a text from my mom…
I guess I was still connected to my family’s CVS account, and well… He looked up, or as some would say, stole my mom’s phone number from the account. He then texted her, thinking it was me.
I was so shook. I wouldn’t have thought that his asking for my number in person in the Pharmacy would’ve been weird, but this? I did not tell my mom the context because I did not want her to get him fired, and I figured I’d never see him ever again.
That was until I tried to go to my new pharmacy, and they told me that my prescription hadn’t been renewed, and they couldn’t refill an expired prescription.
Half of me was panicking. I was not supposed to miss even a single dose of my meds, and now I was supposed to go without them for the five days before I could see my doctor next? The other half of me knew that I had an out. I knew what I had to do, and it was not dignified. I had to face the music.
I walked into the CVS with my tail between my legs, and Lucas was thrilled to see me. So thrilled in fact that he happily refilled my prescription without it being renewed. Clearly, he had no problem breaking the rules for me, and I had never been more grateful for that. He also loudly asked me in front of his coworkers, “Did you get my text?” Another insanely risky move that he had no problem making. I said I hadn’t, but he didn’t stop there.
“This is your number, right?” He proceeded to read out my mom’s phone number. I bore the shame of telling him whose number that was, and I got out of there as quickly as I could.
I guess my friends were right that this guy was not the most ethical person on earth. But then again, neither am I. After I told Amelia, Audrey, and Madeleine how it all shook out, they kept telling me over and over again that I could get him fired, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. After all, I might need him to hook me up with something someday. I think that discovering his texts went to my mom instead of me was enough for him to never do anything like that again. Now that I know that he was much more serious about this flirtationship than I was, I’m glad it’s over. I don’t want to get people’s hopes up when I know deep down that I’m just flirting for the love of the game. That being said, I do miss him. I wish that all customer service was done as well as customer service done by someone who is lowkey in love with you. A girl can dream!
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