Bob’s Pharmacy

I doubt I’ll use Bob’s Pharmacy again. Bob’s is one of those old-fashioned, eponymous stand-alones that are as rare as the erstwhile chain, Rexall, once so common. Perhaps Bob bought or inherited the store. No matter. Maybe I’m partial to Bob’s, it being my namesake. Moreover, I’ve stuck with Bob’s for the personalized treatment, the type of service big-box pharmacies tell me they provide, but don’t. My wife worked decades for one of those chains. When she retired, we saw firsthand their level of care. Her going-away luncheon was pizza, and her manager wasn’t even there to give her an ‘atta girl.’ We had accounts for prescriptions at her pharmacy, which still phones us repeatedly to promote convenience by signing up for automatic refills. 

Bob, on the other hand, was the pharmacist who once told me that if he could not fill my prescription that day for any reason, he wouldn’t let me leave without giving me a few pills to hold me over.