Mr. and Mrs. B come to the pharmacy at least once a week. They're a delightful couple in their late 60's or early 70's--I'm not quite sure. They're obviously very much in love with each other even after almost half a century together.
Mr. B came to the counter the other day to pick up his scripts. One of the medications was a skin lotion, the other was Viagra. Whenever we ring up an erectile dysfunction drug we are instructed not to talk about it or say the name of it--just quietly conduct the transaction and put it in the bag. The end. So it surprised me when Mr. B started talking about his Viagra.
"Do you know why I take that?" he asked. One doesn't "take" skin lotion so I knew which prescription he was talking about. "Oh, please don't tell me!" I thought to myself. I think it's terribly sweet that Mr. and Mrs. B are still active and that their intimacy is important enough to them that they're willing to pay the ungodly (and non insurance covered) price of his ED drug. But I'd rather not know the details.
"I take 25 mg a day of the Viagra," he clarified--just in case I wasn't mortified already with his confession, "do you know why?" Well, duh! Of course I know why! But I figured he must be getting at something so I played along.
"Tell me, Mr. B" I answered with produced cheerfulness.
"So I don't pee on my shoes!"
It took me just a split second . . .