Just Because I Didn't Want Him To Die......

....he thinks I'm his friggin friend now. I swear this is the last time I am EVER nice to a human being again. Assistant manager at the store, in his 40's and the most he's achieved is *some* of the responsibility for running a mid size retail shop. Fat as a whale, lives with his Mom, dresses like his grandpa, and financially successful to the point that he can't afford his meds until payday. Not the full price of his meds mind you, I'm talking the copays on our insurance plan. Not wanting to risk burdening our local paramedics with the immense task of hauling out his girth on a stretcher, I cut him some slack, filled his scripts, took out & gave him enough pills to hold him over 'till he's paid, and I'll sell him the whole thing then. This may have been the first act of kindness anyone has ever showed this man in his life. He now feels the need to come back to the pharmacy and endlessly discuss whatever pops into his mind. Usually things such as his past career at another retailer, food, and various TV shows I have never heard of. (I cut the cable years ago, one of the smartest things I've ever done) I don't wish him any harm really, as I don't think he's evil, but I do wish he'd leave me the hell alone. God please don't let him be gay.........