Your Friendly Neighborhood Pharmacy

I love my neighborhood. It borders Commencement Bay and is in walking distance to downtown. It has a village feel to it, with nice locally owned and operated businesses. My neighborhood is not, thank goodness, quaint. Say the word quaint around me and it's possible you'll see me shudder. Say 'quaint little bed and breakfast' and I may run out of the room screaming.

My neighborhood has a pharmacy called Rankos that's been around for many decades. I used to get my prescriptions filled there until 1. The antique pharmacist handed me some guy's Viagra instead of my sinus medicine 2. The same pharmacist again gave me someone else's prescription 3. The pharmacist gave me my correct prescription, with two other prescription-filled plastic bags stuck to it, and 4. The pharmacist looked at me one day when I was deep in thought and said "Are you always happy?"

Huh?

Let's put it this way: When I told this story to friends tonight they burst out laughing.

I'm often silly, entertaining, amused, interested, and various other engaged-by-life descriptors, but I am clearly not a person who is always happy. I walk around very lost in my own head. My expression at such times is more likely to be viewed as intense or even mildly frightning than carefree or happy.

So. No more friendly neighborhood pharmacy.

In news that is actually apropos of something (though I'm not sure what) I'm moving into a different apartment within my same building. I'll explain why and take pics when I move in later this month.