“Are you spying on me?” Matt asked, sensing someone standing behind him.
“No, I’m not spying on you,” Cindy said. “But you are a newbie, and as your manager, it’s my job to review how well you dispense these pharmaceuticals per the prescriptions.”
“I can handle it, Cindy,” Matt said defensively. “You need to give me the freedom to do the job I was hired to do.”
“I just need to make sure you understand the criticality of accurately filling prescriptions,” Cindy explained. “Carelessness could literally kill someone.”
“Listen, Cindy,” Matt said, “I know what’s at stake. I’m not stupid. I was first in my class in pharmacology.”
“And what college did you graduate from?”
“Trump University,” Matt said.
“Oh jeez,” Cindy said.
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We are in trouble now! Great post.
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Thank you, Jim.
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One of my daughter’s best friends is a pharmacist and the university classes for this degree are exceptionally demanding.
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No doubt. The slam was not on pharmacists, whose job done right can be the difference between life or death, but on Trump University.
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I thought you were kidding. There really was a Trump University. Wow.
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Okay, okay. 🤨
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So are you giving Trump an idea of how to take care of those who oppose him. Frightening?
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Trump, James, got sued over his “university” and lost; it had been a fraudulent scheme.
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I’m not going to that pharmacy ever! Good story!
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