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    The Top 10 Wackiest Pharmacy Stories From the 70s: Part 3

    Pharmacy never changes in the final part of our “Best of the 70s” series.


    Just a normal Tuesday—September 1, 1975

    Pharmacy dull? Are you kidding? Picture me, a pharmacist, tending his lonely outpost against the onslaughts of ill health on a warm summer’s night. Suddenly, the door bursts open. A wild-eyed young fellow propels himself into the store and scurries into the phone booth (old-fashioned wooden type). Quick as you can say “chlordiazepoxide,” the first chap is followed by a second chap, obviously in his cups, wearing a topcoat over his pajamas and waving a pistol in the direction of the phone booth. Wittily, I call out, “What’s going on?” The interruption stays the trigger finger of the intruder. “Lousy Peeping Tom,” He mutters in reply. “Peeped in my bedroom window.” As if I’d seen it all in a dream, I whip out a dollar bill and, going up to the would-be assassin, tell him to take it down to the corner bar and have a drink while I figure out a way to get his tormentor out of the booth without putting holes in it. In two minutes it’s all over—drunk and Peeping Tom disappear into the night. And me? Back to the dull (they say) routine of counting and pouring.

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