Maggie’s Socially UNacceptable Humor
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Hmmm, no 13% ers , imagine that.
They always get greedy. A local pharmacy called us once for a “suspected” fraudulent script. 400 Oxy’s on one Rx, from a doctor whose office is 2 hours away.
About 20 years ago, when I was a beat cop, my partner and I got sent to a local pharmacy for a suspected fraudulent prescription.
I spoke to the pharmacist who showed me a hand written prescription for Viagra on a script pad from a hair loss clinic on the other side of the city.
The address the customer gave wasn't local to that pharmacy either.
They had tried calling the hair loss clinic, but couldn't get through. Hand written was a red flag, especially when they couldn't verify it.
He said they had stalled the guy and he was coming back in 20 minutes to collect it.
We hid in the back room until the pharmacist signaled to us he had returned.
Poor guy gets hauled over the coals about his 'fake' prescription by two uniformed cops. Turns out the area the hair loss clinic was in had a power cut, so the the computers and phones were down, so no computer printer for the script. And no way to ring the clinic.
He had gone to the hair loss clinic because he was too embarrassed to ask his own doctor for Viagra and had come to the pharmacy we were at because he didn't want the girl behind the counter at his local one to know he used it.
We were able to verify the script and his story a little while later, when the clinics phones came back on after some back and forwards stuff about patient confidentiality.
I think the clinic eventually admitted that there had been some scripts, for a certain product, hand written while the power was down, but couldn't give the names of who to. That was good enough for us to let the 'suspect' go (with his little blue pills).
All his efforts to avoid embarrassment had failed in the worst possible way for him. Poor guy.
I spoke to the pharmacist who showed me a hand written prescription for Viagra on a script pad from a hair loss clinic on the other side of the city.
The address the customer gave wasn't local to that pharmacy either.
They had tried calling the hair loss clinic, but couldn't get through. Hand written was a red flag, especially when they couldn't verify it.
He said they had stalled the guy and he was coming back in 20 minutes to collect it.
We hid in the back room until the pharmacist signaled to us he had returned.
Poor guy gets hauled over the coals about his 'fake' prescription by two uniformed cops. Turns out the area the hair loss clinic was in had a power cut, so the the computers and phones were down, so no computer printer for the script. And no way to ring the clinic.
He had gone to the hair loss clinic because he was too embarrassed to ask his own doctor for Viagra and had come to the pharmacy we were at because he didn't want the girl behind the counter at his local one to know he used it.
We were able to verify the script and his story a little while later, when the clinics phones came back on after some back and forwards stuff about patient confidentiality.
I think the clinic eventually admitted that there had been some scripts, for a certain product, hand written while the power was down, but couldn't give the names of who to. That was good enough for us to let the 'suspect' go (with his little blue pills).
All his efforts to avoid embarrassment had failed in the worst possible way for him. Poor guy.
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At least he didn't have the girl at his local pharmacy asking him "what's up" every time he came in LOLOL
Couldn’t you have at least posted his first/last name, middle initial. Address, workplace and photos from body cam or mugshot?
I mean without that… what’s to be embarrassed about?
Sirhr
Do you know how to tell when a woman is going to say something intelligent?
She starts the sentence with, "My husband always says,"
She starts the sentence with, "My husband always says,"
Democracy IS gay.
A priest and a rabbi are walking through a park and see a bunch of small children playing. The priest says to the rabbi, "let's fuck 'em all." The rabbi replies, "fuck 'em all out of what?"
Sammich??? Sure, but where can I find a loaf of bread big enough to fit her between?
My practice had rare use for "controlled substances" (maybe once a month for a surgical issue), however I always wrote my prescrriptions in an odd number so that if a pharmacists called back I could verify I prescribed it.
Or, you know, crazy idea here.... Just check your records?
He should have numbered them as "square roots" Wait, pharmacy technicians only have HS education,,,,,,
You know what you get when you line up the pharmacy staff at your local Walmart?
A full set of teeth.
It’s what happens when you get by a radioactive chigger…
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