My pharmacy
The ginormous Stater Brothers grocery store around the corner has a tiny pharmacy counter near the front of the store. Between the two of us, Dan and I need about 6 different medications every month, and they never all run out at the same time, so I’m at the pharmacy a lot. Two friendly fellows work there — Howard, who’s middle-aged, and Jeff, who is late-twenties-ish. They never goof up our prescriptions, they recognize my voice when I call for refills, and they’ve always got friendly conversation for Henry. The reason I mention this today is that Jeff just called me to ask if I left my gloves there today! He said they’re small knitted gloves, and he knows I’ve got small hands and wear knitted gloves :) They’re not mine (turquoise, ick), but I was really touched that Jeff thought to call me and check. Happy new year, pharmacy guys!