Going Postal in Pharmacy Land means throwing aspirin at passing customers
This is a Qvar inhaler. Some of you might be familiar with the concept of an inhaler. For those of you who have never seen one before, let me explain something about how it works. See the canister inside the inhaler? It comes in and out of the "holder" part of the inhaler with ease so that it can be cleaned.
Seems like it's pretty easy, huh?
There is this lady. Her sister left for China last year and now this lady is in charge of their mother's care. This lady, who is in her 50s, is the dumbest person ON THE EARTH. I kid you not.
This lady and I have already had one run this month... with the cleaning of the Qvar holder. You take out the canister and run water through it. Cleans out the inhaler dust. I don't use one and even I understand the general idea.
So she comes in today and get this inhaler. "Wait. Let me see if I know how this works." Now, this is a woman who has been in charge of this same inhaler FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS. That is an inhaler a month. So she pulls it out and, of course, the canister has come out of the holder because they do that. She's holding one in each hand.
"How does this go together?"
I looked at her. I looked at the components. I looked back at her.
I put a hand on each of hers and moved her hands together.
"Oh. Like that?"
"Just. Like. That." I walked away before she could ask me something else stupid like... How do I get this bag open when I get it home?
The full moon needs to stop this crap and just be NORMAL.