During my freshman year in high school, my science teacher assigned us to interview people in the community about how they use science in their careers. Although I don’t remember most of the people I spoke with, I can tell you that I spent meaningful time with a local community pharmacist who changed my life.
What I saw was a man who loved his career and truly cared for his patients. In an instant, I knew that I wanted to become a pharmacist, and I never wavered from that goal throughout high school.
Knowing what you want to be when you grow up at age 14 is unusual, but it is very liberating. I simply had to work backwards to figure out how to achieve my goal of becoming a pharmacist.
After high school, I chose to attend Ohio Northern University (ONU) because it had a unique pharmacy program. Rather than attending college for 2 years and then applying to the pharmacy program, ONU students were admitted to the College of Pharmacy from day one.
Although it was expensive, being in pharmacy school from day one and avoiding the risk of rejection made it worthwhile for me.
In college, I spent a lot of time in the library. Although the classwork was difficult, I did well with one exception: organic chemistry.
I did fail organic chemistry—a notorious “weed out” course—but I successfully retook the class over the summer and graduated on time with the rest of my classmates. Failing a course is a difficult stumbling block, but I stood strong and persevered.
Today, I’m thankful for the wonderful pharmacy profession for so many reasons.
First, I’m thankful that community pharmacists are the health care professionals most accessible to the public. If my local pharmacist wasn’t accessible to me, then I likely would have taken a different career path.
Second, I’m proud of the work we pharmacists do, the diversity of our career options, and the relationships we share with our patients and fellow health care providers.
Pharmacy is a profession that makes a real difference in people’s lives. It certainly has made all the difference in mine.
This Had Better Not Be Their Only Birth Control Method
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Family & Kids, Health & Body, home, Silly, USA | | Romantic | June 17, 2019
(My boyfriend and I have been together for five years, and we both chose independently before we even met that neither of us wants biological children. I recently started a new job, and out of about 90 employees I am one of two that has no children, and three of my coworkers are actively pregnant. After I’ve been there for a month, we hire another person who is pregnant. I tell my boyfriend about the new hire after her first day.)
Me: *laughs* “Very specifically. She’s due on [date about two months ahead]. But she has a small frame, so she looks huge.”
Boyfriend: “Didn’t you say someone else has that due date, too?”
Me: “Yup! [Coworker #1 ]. And [Coworker #2 ] just went on maternity; her baby is due this weekend. Plus, [Coworker #3 ] is gonna pop in the next couple of weeks. I’m surprised she hasn’t left already.”
Boyfriend: “Jesus, that’s so many pregnant people in one spot.”
Me: *in a goofy “spooky” voice* “They’re communicating… and gathering.”
(He gives me a funny look at this point, so I say
Me: “What? What’s that face for?”
Boyfriend: “Don’t get any big ideas, now.”
Me: *pointing to my head* “Hey, it’s not this part of me that you need to tell that to! You need to tell this* part of me!” *pointing at my lower tummy*
(He bends over and puts his ear to my stomach, and pokes me.)
Boyfriend: “Don’t go getting any big, hormonal ideas!”
Me: “You know, it does take at least two people to make a pregnancy happen; don’t put all this on me.”
(He thinks for a second, and then pulls back and points accusingly at his own groin.)
Boyfriend: “Don’t you dare to get any big ideas, mister!”
[The Title-Writer Is Taking A Pizza-Rito Break; Back In Five]
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Food & Drink, Pizza, Silly, USA | | Romantic | June 16, 2019
(My boyfriend and I share a tight pod of friends with whom we play D&D and board games once or twice a week. Before we start gaming, we usually go out to dinner, and one of our favorite restaurants is a line-style “build-your-own-pizza” place that makes individually-sized custom pizzas. One of our friends is the guy who’s always carrying something random for whatever reason; in this case, it’s a pack of flour tortillas.)
Boyfriend: *takes a bite of his pizza, a clump of toppings slide off* “I’m really loving the choices I made tonight; I just wish they would stay on the actual pizza.”
Me: “You should put one of [Friend]’s tortillas on the plate so the toppings fall into the tortilla, and then you’ll have a pizza-rito after you finish the pizza.”
Boyfriend: *head snapping up to stare at me for a moment* “YOU BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!” *to [Friend]* “You see why I wanna marry her, right?!”
Friend: *laughing* “So, you want a tortilla?”
([Boyfriend] gave me a huge kiss on the cheek and took a tortilla. Turns out, pizza-ritos are awesome!)
Dating, Extra Stupid, Flirting, Outdoors, Texas, USA | | Romantic | June 15, 2019
(When my parents are dating, my dad is very shy about trying to “make a move,” so my mom tries to hurry things along. She convinces him to go outside and look at the full moon on a cold night.)
Mom: “My hands are cold.” *moves closer to my dad*
Dad: “Why don’t you put your hands in your pocket?”
(They eventually got it together and have been married for 46 years. So, when I started dating a guy I really liked, one of our early dates was to a football game that was really cold. He had also been shy about “making a move,” so I tried moving closer and saying that I was cold. He got up and went to the concession stand for hot chocolate. We’ve been married for three years
Arizona, Awesome, Great Stuff, Mall, Silly, Spouses & Partners, USA | | Romantic | June 14, 2019
(While we’re at the mall, I sit down at a table to take a break while my wife wanders off to look in [National Candle Store Chain]. When she comes back, she is grinning and can barely contain her laughter.)
Me: “What are you laughing at?”
Wife: “Well, I saw a post on the Internet about a specific candle scent. Apparently, someone claimed it smelled like the perfect man. The post has a lot of replies with variations on the theme of, ‘I went and smelled it, and you were right; it is the scent of the perfect man!’ So, I was curious and had to go smell it myself.”
Me: “And? What did it smell like?”
Wife: “You!”
Me: *confused* “What?”
Wife: “It is the same scent as your body wash!”
(I don’t mean to brag, but… I have multiple people on the Internet claiming that I’m the perfect man. I still tease my wife about this.)
Bizarre, Canada, Extra Stupid, home, Montreal, Quebec, Roommates | | Romantic | June 13, 2019
(This story happened to my father in the 70s, before cellphones and Internet. While going to university, he lived with three roommates; the first two were fairly regular guys, but the third one, well… He was a weird, eccentric guy, and a bit of an idiot. One night, my father and the weird roommate are the only ones at the apartment. My father comes out of his room to go to the kitchen and sees that the roommate is on the phone.)
Roommate: “Hi, can I speak to [Name]?” *pause* “A wrong number? Didn’t I call [Number]?”
(My father thinks nothing of it and goes back to his room. A few minutes later, he hears guitar playing and singing, so he goes to investigate. He comes out of his room and sees his roommate sitting on a bench, playing guitar, and singing with the phone lying on the counter, pointing towards him. Then, after two or three minutes of this, the roommate picks up the phone and talks a bit with the person on the other side, wishes them farewell, and hangs up.)
Father: “What was that all about? Why the heck were you playing guitar on a phone call?”
Roommate: “Oh, yeah! Funny story. I dialed the wrong number, and then I chatted a bit with the girl who answered the phone. We’re about the same age, and I asked her if she knew [Artist], and then I offered to sing one of their songs.”
Father: *incredulous* “And she said yes?”
Roommate: “Yes, of course! So, I sang to her, and she said she liked it.”
(My father starts thinking, “I can’t believe he actually found someone as crazy as himself!”)
Father: “So, when will you see her?”
Roommate: “What do you mean?”
Father: “Dude, if she lets you sing to her after you called a wrong number, surely she’s interested in you. Didn’t you ask for her number?”
Roommate: “Oh, I didn’t think about that.”
(And that’s how that weird roommate finally realized that he had managed to charm a complete stranger on a wrong phone number call, and ultimately screwed it up because he was so oblivious.)
Bad Behavior, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, College & University, Dorm, Fights/Breakups, Great Stuff, Non-Dialogue, Rude & Risque, USA | | Romantic | June 12, 2019
A boy I dated in college thought it was great fun to try to get girls to flash him while he and his friends were driving down the highway. He never did it while I was in the car because that was disrespectful to me. But when he was with his buddies, it was okay because that’s what boys do. I tried to explain that it really wasn’t acceptable behavior, but he brushed me off. (Yes, I know, I should have dumped him right there, but I was young and dumb.)
The day after this conversation, he came to my dorm room to study before going out with his buddies. I asked if he intended to play this flash game again, to which he angrily replied that it wasn’t a big deal and I was overreacting. To quote him, “Tits are tits. You have them. So what?”
His friends arrived and crowded into my room, ready to go on their adventure. Before they left, I asked for everyone’s attention and lifted my shirt, showing my breasts to my boyfriend and all of his friends.
They cheered and clapped. He was livid. How could I do something so trashy? Why was I being such a w****? Did I want to bang all of his friends? What was wrong with me?
I stood there calmly waiting for him to run out of air before I replied, “So, you can look at other girls, but other guys can’t look at me?”
He gaped like a fish out of water while his friends stood there in awkward silence. I told him if he thought his game was acceptable, I was going to continue showing off my body to anyone who asked. He stormed out without saying another word.
When he returned that evening, he said he was willing to forgive me if I promised to never act like that again. I shut the door in his face.
Thor, Loki, and Jane Foster Walk Into A Furniture Store…
home, Math & Science, Spouses & Partners, USA | | Romantic | June 11, 2019
(My husband and I are following a set of instructions that include the phrase, “Press gently, but very firmly.” We are getting frustrated by the fact that, a) it doesn’t seem to be doing much, and b) they haven’t elaborated more on HOW gently, HOW firmly, etc. It should be noted that my husband is a mechanical engineer.)
Husband: “Just how firmly do they mean?”
Me: *somewhat snarky* “’Press gently, but with a force of however many PSI…’”
(PSI stands for “Pounds per Square Inch.”)
Husband: “No, PSI would be too large for something this small. I don’t have anywhere near an inch to push on here.”
Me: “Okay… How about PS-half-inch? PS-quarter-inch?”
Husband: “That’s not going to work, either. You probably need something in metric measurements. They scale down more easily.”
Me: *a bit snarky again* “Okay, fine. PSCM? Pounds per square centimeter?”
(My husband got a horrified look on his face and told me this was why I was not an engineer. Apparently, one cannot mix metric and imperial units quite as easily as I thought. I assumed that there would be an equation that could calculate it, but apparently, such an equation would be a massive pain to work with.)
This Relationship Sounds Exhausting But Really Sweet
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Great Stuff, Gym, Long Distance, Non-Dialogue, Texas, USA | | Romantic | June 10, 2019
A friend of mine is in a long-distance relationship. They are both extremely athletic and competitive. A local gym holds a 1-2-3-4 challenge each year. You swim one mile, run two miles, bike three miles, and then do a series of four exercises: 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 pullups, and 100 squats. It’s a charity event, people can compete in teams or individually, and a lot of people dress up.
My friend and his girlfriend often exercise “together” by video chatting from their home gyms while working out, using Bluetooth headsets to call while running, and sharing their Fitbit data, etc. She says she’ll do the challenge “with him.”
Come the day of the challenge, my friend is frustrated when he can’t get hold of her, but he decides to still go as hard as he can, hoping to be the first to finish/win the challenge.
He ends up coming second to someone dressed as a chicken.
It’s the end of the challenge, and most people are lying around exhausted, my friend included. He’s also super frustrated that he still can’t get a hold of his girlfriend and that not only did he lose, but he lost to a chicken.
He tries calling his girlfriend again, and when he can’t get hold of her, he turns to me and loudly asks, “Why isn’t she answering?!”
At this point, the chicken pulls her head off and answers, “Because I was busy kicking your a**!”
I’ve never seen someone go from exhausted and frustrated to elated so quickly. He jumps up and hugs her, spinning her round.
He then grabs her hand and pulls her out of the gym, and I hear her giggle and say, “Told you I would do the work out with you!”
Bad Behavior, home, Massachusetts, Non-Dialogue, Spouses & Partners, USA, Wedding | | Romantic | June 6, 2019
My husband had a falling-out with his former best friend after the guy cheated on our other best friend. (She found him in bed with another woman and immediately left him.) Then, the woman he cheated with got pregnant. My husband has described this woman as “crazy,” “abusive,” and “manipulative.” He’s 99% sure she got pregnant just to keep her boyfriend from leaving. She drank alcohol during her pregnancy, and was seen in public with her baby, clearly under the influence.
At one point, she threw something heavy at her boyfriend’s head, giving him a black eye. She’s also a pathological liar, constantly telling everyone that she and her boyfriend got together after he had already broken up with his ex when everyone knows what really happened — the guy admits it.
Now this couple has decided to get married even though the guy clearly doesn’t want to be with her and had tried to get back together with his ex several times.
It’s the day before their wedding, and my husband asks him, “So, are you really going through with it?”
His reply: “Oh, yeah, she’s acting okay now.”
What a touching proclamation of love! Just what every bride wants to hear her husband say!
Bad Behavior, Employees, Spouses & Partners, Tacoma, Taxi, USA, Washington | | Romantic | June 3, 2019
(I live south of an airport that spans two major metropolitan areas. Since I don’t have a car, anytime I need to travel, I’ll take a rideshare up to the airport. It helps if I can split the cost, but on this particular day I call the rideshare by myself and get in alone.)
Driver: “Oh, you’re going to the airport today. Is [Airline] the right stop? Where are you flying?”
Me: “Yeah, [Airline]’s the right one. I’m just going back home for the holidays to visit my family.”
Driver: “How horrible. My wife makes me visit her family all the time.”
Me: “I don’t really mind it, actually. I haven’t seen them in a while since we live in different states, so it’ll be nice to visit with them again.”
Driver: “Right. Whatever. I just hate when she makes me do stuff like that.”
Me: “Yeah… families can be a lot, I guess.”
(I’m uncomfortable with the turn the conversation has taken, so I pretend to be on my phone for a bit. Fortunately, the car isn’t silent, since the driver has the radio on. Unfortunately, after about five minutes he turns up the volume — way up. It’s heavy metal music, and the lyrics are both sexually explicit and profane. I’m trying my best to ignore it when the music is cut off by a shrill ringing. The driver swears, almost swerves into another lane, and then presses a button on his phone. It’s not a call; he’s FaceTiming someone with his phone volume all the way up. He doesn’t turn the music down, either, so when he starts talking he’s practically screaming.)
Driver: “Hey, honey!”
Driver’s Wife: “Where are you? I thought that was your last ride?”
Driver: “Yeah, I’m just going to the airport.”
Driver’s Wife: “What?! The airport?! But you still need to get groceries!”
Driver: “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING THEM!”
Driver’s Wife: “No, you moron. I’m picking up the f****** kids!”
Driver: “Well, you didn’t tell me not to go to the airport!”
Driver’s Wife: “I didn’t think I needed to tell you not to go all the way up to f****** Seattle. My parents are coming tonight, you f****** moron, and we’re all out of f****** eggs!”
Driver: “Well, I’m already driving there, so you can’t f****** expect me to just dump my passenger by the side of the road or something, you stupid b****! You should’ve told me this morning!”
Driver’s Wife: “Told you?! Told you?! Are you a grown-a** man, or are you a f****** child?!”
(The driver is gesticulating angrily by this point, swerving all over the place, and nearly hitting several other cars. He continues arguing with his wife for another twenty minutes or so, both of their voices steadily increasing in pitch as the conversation goes on.)
Driver: WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK GIVES YOU THE MONEY FOR YOUR F****** EGGS, YOU GREEDY B****?!”
Driver’s Wife: “You?! Give me money?! You useless, unemployed son-of-a-b****! You can’t even afford–“
(By coincidence, my phone dings, and the wife goes quiet… for all of two seconds.)
Driver’s Wife: “Do you have a f****** passenger in there?! Am I on speaker?!”
Driver: “Uh… oh, here, um, your gate—“
(He swung across three lanes of traffic, pulling to the curb in front of a completely different airline than the one I was flying with. He pressed the button to unlock my door and waved at me to get out. I got out by myself, pulled my own bags out of the trunk, and nearly got hit when he tore away. And the whole time, from just outside the car, I could still hear both his music and his wife’s screeching in crystal-clear sound. Oh, and since the airline he’d dropped me off at was on the completely wrong side of the airport, I ended up missing my flight. But hey… at least his wife got her f****** eggs.)
Florida, home, Revolting, Silly, Spouses & Partners, USA | | Romantic | May 22, 2019
(My husband and I are relaxing one evening on the couch, chit-chatting here and there. Then, suddenly, I let out an impressive — no less than five seconds — belch. My husband gives me a look, trying not to laugh.)
Me: *without missing a beat* “It’s my mating call.”
Bad Behavior, Car, Engaged, Non-Dialogue, USA | | Romantic | May 18, 2019
My fiancé and I are traveling across the country. It is nighttime and I am driving down the interstate. My fiancé is dozing in the passenger seat and I have my arm outstretched with my hand on his knee and the air blowing directly on me. I have fairly long hair and it tends to get everywhere.
I began feeling a tickling sensation along my arm and figured it was a hair, so I pulled my hand back and tried to pull the hair away so it wasn’t bothering me. This happened a few more times before I managed to find the culprit: a daddy long legs spider. I screamed, threw the spider — at my poor fiancé — and jerked the wheel a bit. He, in turn, got angry with me until I started asking him to make sure the spider was dead, and he told me it was and that it had ended up in the backseat. We continued on our trip and had a great time together.
However, a few weeks later I asked him about it again and he told me that he had no clue where the spider had gone and he had just wanted me to not kill us due to freaking out over a spider. It still makes me shudder more than six months later.
Car, Florida, home, Silly, Spouses & Partners, USA, Weather | | Romantic | May 16, 2019
(I drive my partner to and from work so I can have the car all day. Our car doesn’t have a roof, so it can get pretty cold when it’s windy. This is fine in the summer. When autumn rolls around, however…)
Me: “Do you want to take a jacket?”
Partner: “Nah. It’s only a 15-minute ride. I’ll be fine.”
(My partner is shivering by the time we get there. Nine hours later…)
Me: *on the phone* “I can bring you a jacket.”
Partner: “Nope!”
Me: “It’s evening. It’s going to be much colder.”
Partner: “I’m fine!”
(My partner shivers the whole way and wraps up in a blanket when we get home. I eventually stop asking; I figured my partner will break faster if it isn’t “my” idea to bring a jacket. Two weeks later…)
Partner: “Oh, and don’t let me forget to grab a jacket!”
Me: “I thought you said it wasn’t needed for a 15-minute ride?”
Partner: *sheepish* “I… may have been a bit stubborn…”
Me: *hugs* “I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself now. I don’t nag because I hate you, you know. It’s not a contest.”
Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Chicago, Health & Body, Hospital, USA | | Romantic | May 14, 2019
(My boyfriend hits his head and concusses himself in mysterious circumstances. He was housesitting alone; later sleuthing led me to the conclusion that he fainted, which he’s prone to occasionally, and hit his lower forehead directly on the edge of a high counter. His nose is also broken. I sit in the emergency room with him as he’s given care. He’s lost his memory temporarily and every few minutes he starts wondering anew why he’s there.)
Boyfriend: “What’s… What’s happening? Where are we?”
Me: “At the emergency room at [Hospital], love. You hit your head and you have a concussion. We don’t know just how it happened.”
Boyfriend: “Oh… Wow. My nose hurts.”
Me: “Yeah, you broke your nose, as well.”
Boyfriend: *with a rueful grin* “Oh, no! My classic good looks!”
(Five minutes later he gets confused again, starts asking again, I explain the concussion, we don’t know what happened, the broken nose…)
Boyfriend: “Oh, no! My classic good looks!”
(This repeated, I kid you not, at least 25 times. We’ve now been married 12 years. How could I resist? He has a sense of humor AND classic good looks!)
College & University, Dorm | ON, Canada | Romantic | April 15, 2016
(My boyfriend and I are working on our respective papers in one of our school’s quiet study rooms. This is at a point where he is very absorbed in his work. He knows I’m an avid Pokémon fan.)
Me: “I love you!”
Boyfriend: “Ditto.”
Me: “…That’s a Pokémon, darlin’.”
Boyfriend: *pauses, then laughs* “I love you, too.”
home | Annapolis, MD, USA | Romantic | May 16, 2016
(I have been dating a girl, and we really like each other. As my best friend has just gotten engaged, I have had some idle thoughts on the matter, which I am relaying to my best friend. My girlfriend, my best friend, and I are all avid Pokémon fans.)
Me: “So you know how my ‘spirit Pokémon’ is a Mew? Well, [Girlfriend]’s is a Growlithe. Which made me think one day, if ever it got to that point. If ever I do propose, I won’t be using a normal diamond ring or anything. I’ll use a Fire Opal in the ring. So it’s a Fire Stone.”
home | Kitchener, ON, Canada | Romantic | June 14, 2016
(I have just come home from an annual anime convention that I’ve been attending for eight years, and my boyfriend has come over to see me and join my family for dinner. I’ve always been an avid Pokémon fan, while he’s not. We have a running joke where I tell him I’m going to convert him, and he tells me that he still has his soul.)
Me: *showing him everything I bought at the convention* “Look! I got a shiny Ditto plushie!”
Boyfriend: “Ditto?”
Me: “SHINY Ditto! You know how rare that is?”
Boyfriend: *takes plushie* “THIS is a Pokémon?”
Me: “Yes! That’s Ditto! It’s usually pink, but the shiny version is blue. You know your chance of encountering a shiny is 1 in 8192! So it’s super rare!”
Boyfriend: “Babe…. You’re geeking out over a shiny dildo?”
Me: *laughing* “Woah, woah, woah! [Boyfriend]!”
Boyfriend: *sputtering* “Ditto! I meant Ditto!”
Dad: *off to the side, cracking up, laughing to himself*
Me: *teasing* “I know you don’t like Pokémon, but really?!”
Boyfriend: “I- I don’t know why I just said that…”
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