I got a call from a policeman today, out of the blue. His name's Steve. He might have left me his last name on the voicemail, but I didn't catch it, so i only know him as Steve. The voicemail started off as 'Hello Sharon, my name is Steve (last name) from the Metropolitan Police...' at which point I broke out into a sweat, because I automatically thought 'omg, what have I done?' I haven't knowingly done anything dodgy or underhand, but you know how you get those moments when someone asks you when your birthday is, and for a second, you've forgotten it? Another scenario would have been maybe I dispensed a prescription incorrectly (I'm a pharmacist) and accidentally killed off some poor unsuspecting OAP.
As it turned out, it was about this incident last year where this guy handed me about 8 fake prescriptions, which I noddily dispensed. Because of the quantity of the prescriptions, I didn't have everything in stock, and i told him he would have to come back for the rest. I didn't know they were fake at the time, the other pharmacist checked'em out because he'd seen the guy before. Plus the presriptions looked fairly dodgy, they all had the same handwriting on them, but they had different doctor's signatures and different patient names on them. I only work on saturdays, and as luck would have it, the guy decides to come back not during the week, but the following saturday, when I also happened to be working at the same pharmacy.
He walks in bold as brass, I start mentally flipping out, whilst maintaining a calm exterior. I try various delaying tactics as the shop manager goes and phones the police - ie taking a really long time to get his stuff together, pretending i couldn't find the scripts, and then pretending that i had found them after all. And then whilst I'm pretending to gather his stuff together and taking a long time doing it, the police arrive. They walk up to him, and he looks at them, completely like he doesn't know he's done anything wrong. They ask him his name, they ask for i.d., etc etc, and then they arrest him. it was pretty cool.
And i thought that was that, but apparently it was part of a huge fake prescriptions racket, so now I'm going to give this police guy a statement tomorrow, all going well.
As it turned out, it was about this incident last year where this guy handed me about 8 fake prescriptions, which I noddily dispensed. Because of the quantity of the prescriptions, I didn't have everything in stock, and i told him he would have to come back for the rest. I didn't know they were fake at the time, the other pharmacist checked'em out because he'd seen the guy before. Plus the presriptions looked fairly dodgy, they all had the same handwriting on them, but they had different doctor's signatures and different patient names on them. I only work on saturdays, and as luck would have it, the guy decides to come back not during the week, but the following saturday, when I also happened to be working at the same pharmacy.
He walks in bold as brass, I start mentally flipping out, whilst maintaining a calm exterior. I try various delaying tactics as the shop manager goes and phones the police - ie taking a really long time to get his stuff together, pretending i couldn't find the scripts, and then pretending that i had found them after all. And then whilst I'm pretending to gather his stuff together and taking a long time doing it, the police arrive. They walk up to him, and he looks at them, completely like he doesn't know he's done anything wrong. They ask him his name, they ask for i.d., etc etc, and then they arrest him. it was pretty cool.
And i thought that was that, but apparently it was part of a huge fake prescriptions racket, so now I'm going to give this police guy a statement tomorrow, all going well.
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