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Adventures at Eckerd Drugs
10.30.2000 1:49 PM \| Link	Working at Eckerd Drugs was my first real job, and I kept it all the way through college and the first years of my marriage. Because of my crazy schedule at school, it was tough to get the full 40 hours that I needed on my paycheck - I had to work two stores almost every night (I only had two days off a month!). So, I got to be a pharmacy clerk at one store and a camera clerk at another, which exposed me to some wonderful things, such as an armed robbery for drugs and some massive electronics shoplifting. I enjoyed the job, though - fun people and all the expired candy bars I could eat! My best Eckerd story involves my habit of racing shopping carts just after close. I had a regular rivalry with some of the girl clerks, and we had a great time plowing down the aisles at full speed. One night I was racing a clerk named Jill, just as I had a million times before. We would race down two separate aisles, which meant that for most of the race you couldn't see your opponent - there were only three opportunities to take your eyes off the road and look down the space between shelves to see if you were winning. As we hit the first space, I took a glance and saw I was in the lead. This probably caused me to relax a little, because by the second space I was way behind! So, I poured on the speed, and took a lingering glance at the third space - I had regained the lead, but when I turned my head back to the front, I saw I was going way too fast and the back wall of the store was way too close. I slammed into the back wall at full speed, sending me flying over the cart and right into the metal shelves full of shaving cream! The front of the cart was completely dented with the force of impact. As I landed on the floor, I think I was in shock - I just started laughing and picking up shaving cream, not realizing that my right cheek was gaping open and exposing bone - yuck! The pharmacist ran over and took care of me, telling me I had just a bad scratch, but before I knew it I was in the emergency room with Cheri and my mother-in-law. They gave me four shots of anesthetic directly into the wound (ouch) and sewed me up - I think it was 14 stitches. I had a nice GI Joe look going for a long time with that giant scar. Needless to say, the races stopped after that night. Years later after I moved to Tulsa and came back to Oklahoma City to visit, Eckerd was still using the cart with the huge dent in it - what a slice of history (pun intended!). Labels: memories


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