…I noticed my new training from the Fayetteville Police Department when it kicked in during a trip to my local pharmacy.
I used to be a Walgreens customer, but I just had to stop dealing with them during the throes of lockdown and the pandemic. The final straw for me was the trifecta of waiting for 45 minutes on hold, finding out my prescription that the app told me was in was actually not in, and that they had literally “no idea” when it would be.
I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t refill my scrips for kicks. They aren’t optional, and there’s nothing that needlessly makes you feel like a junkie more than scrambling to get your hands on your doctor-prescribed medication. I had heard good things about a local pharmacy that has a branch right down the street from the station, so I made the painful-but-necessary switch and never looked back. I couldn’t be happier about that decision.
On Friday night, I had to wait a few minutes to pick mine up. Not a big deal. But then my attention turned to another customer in the store. He didn’t look particularly sketchy, and yet, he had a vibe where if he whipped out a gun and started to shoot the place up for no reason, you wouldn’t exactly be shocked.
My training kicked in and I began scanning the area. I located multiple possible exit points, including one that leads outside that I have literally not noticed a single time since I started coming here. It dumps you right out in the side parking lot. Hell, it’s probably a faster way in and out of the store than what I have been doing all along.
No escape was necessary. But I felt that my instincts were slightly vindicated when he approached the counter to pick up his order and his last name was Voorhees.
Fortunately, he had no hockey mask or murderous intentions. Situation averted.
*Sigh* Jason didn't have a mask til Friday part 3. He could've easily been Jason from pt 2, if he had a bag over his head 😛
Welcome to life with PTSD