Could you imagine if your pharmacist (sometimes better known as "the walgreens crackpot") was a scientologist? Here is a scene from that comedy...
[Start Scene1.]
[Woman with doctor, in hospital. Woman laying down, exhausted, sweating.]
Doctor: Susan, you will need to take 200 milligrams of Excedrin tonight to keep this fever down. Rest, juice, and no soccer-mom stuff, okay?
[Woman looks up towards the ceiling; sighs.]
Woman: (Sigh.) I hope my pharmacist will allow me...
Doctor: Well, it shouldn't be a problem; I will leave the prescription with the nurse. Be sure to call me tomorrow evening so we can see how you are doing.
[Doctor perplexed as he leaves the examining room.]
[End Scene1.]
[Start Scene2.]
[Night, around 9:15pm. Relatively humid.]
[Woman driving white sedan, parks in wide open spot erratically, taking up 2 spaces. Wearing bulky clothing; other people in shorts and tshirts.]
[Inside Walgreens.]
[Pharmacist is working with a staff member, informing her of pharmacy processes. Woman approaches counter, sniffling, sweaty, exhausted.]
Pharmacist: How may I help you? You look very sick. Have you seen a doctor?
Woman [hands pharmacists prescription]: (Cough.) Yes, I have a prescription for Excedrin. Hopefully that will get me through.
[Pharmacist reacts with seeming yet undetected disapproval. Examines the document closely.]
Pharmacist [holds the prescription with his right hand up in the air; looks at it while he speaks]: Yes, you don't need this. I'm not going to fill this prescription. It's unnecessary. What you need is a self-examination and determine why you got sick in the first place.
Woman [puts left elbow on counter; tilts head in exhaustion]: Tell me more...
[End Scene2.]
