(He leaves, and I continue the day setting any emotions aside to deal with for later. I put his credit card in with one of the scripts and make a note of it for whoever has to handle it. Later that week, the pharmacist, who had been sitting behind the counter that whole time, talks to me during a slow hour.)
Pharmacist: “Hey, [My Name], you remember Mr. [Pink Guy] from the other day?”
Me: “Yeah, what about him?”
Pharmacist: “His wife came by the next day. I did the transaction. She picked up all seven scripts. She didn’t say anything about the price. Paid with a perfect check, and got the $50 cash-back.”
Me: “So, she didn’t give you any trouble?”
Pharmacist: “No, not at all.”
Me: “Well, good. At least that whole thing happened on a slow day.”
Pharmacist: “Yeah. Anyway, here.” *takes a Barnes & Noble gift card from his smock pocket and sets it on the counter* “Consider this an apology from Mr. [Pink Guy].”
(The gift card was for $75.)
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