Pharmacist Greg is building a new house. Recently, he and his son-in-law dug the foundation. And then, being western WA, it rained like a sonofabitch and his pit became a pool.
That was over a week ago.
In an unrelated story, yesterday a woman came in to the pharmacy pick up her bowel prep kit for her upcoming colonoscopy. She talked it over with Greg--who himself had one a month or so ago--and he advised her that it's much easier than it used to be. The volume of liquid required is about half what it was in 'the old days' and the results come quickly. The procedure itself isn't bad and likely won't be remembered anyway due to the drugs administered.
The customer is having this colonoscopy as a baseline for future reference after recently undergoing a virtual colonoscopy which garnered negative results. She didn't elaborate, but she said that the virtual colonoscopy is a terrible procedure and advised never having one if it's at all avoidable.
After she left, I asked Greg what a virtual colonoscopy was. He explained it and boy does it sound hideous! And uncomfortable. And unforgettable. The regular colonoscopy that Greg recently had is a virtual walk in the park by comparison.
A few minutes later I remembered that I had wanted to ask Greg about the progress on his house. And I was curious whether the "pool" that was his foundation was now an ice rink.
"Hey, Greg," I called to the other end of the pharmacy, "how's your hole?"
Greg paused for a long, long time while trying to figure out how to answer that question. When he realized I was referring to his foundation--not his colonoscopy--he erupted in laughter. And I turned a liiiiitle bit red . . .