I am a huge fan of Chinook Pharmacy. I’m not just saying that to get a personal parking spot right in front either. If a reserved parking spot is offered as a “tip” for speaking highly of them, that would be OK, too, but I value their services either way. I like Chinook so much that I even had them refill my seizure meds when I lived across the country. If that doesn’t warrant a special, “Best Customer Ever” parking spot right in front, I don’t know what does.
Chuck literally has gone above and beyond for me on multiple occasions. Once he even tried to get the greedy, price-gouging, selfish, uncaring, heartless, scumbag Pittsburgian pharmacists to price match Chinook’s fees for my meds. They refused and tried to extort $300/month from me. Also, they flat out refused to give me a personal parking spot. I’m not bitter about any of that though … I just took my business elsewhere. More specifically, to Chinook.
The only thing that could make me like our pharmacy more would be if they were to ensure that I never have to park three miles away ever again. This could only be accomplished by reserving a parking spot for me right in front. Other than that, they couldn’t be a better business.
I really hate to drag Chinook’s name through the mud because I have the utmost respect for them. Also because I think it will destroy any chance at getting my own parking spot. It really pains me to bring this subject to light, but it must be done.
I’ll get right to the point; the pharmacists at Chinook offered to go home with me. Yes, you read that right. I am not making this up. They wanted me to take them back to my place. If this revelation shocks you, imagine how I felt being propositioned in one of my favorite businesses.
I expect this kind of behavior from the Pittsburgian pharmacists. After all, they clearly have no morals, but I would never have guessed that my most favorite pharmacy would partake in this kind of activity. It was hard to deny with the proof in my face though. There on the wall, practically screaming at me, was a brochure with big letters that read, “TAKE YOUR PHARMACIST HOME!” My mouth hit the floor. “Take you home? I like you all, but not that much!”
Now that the cat is out of the bag on this situation, I’m sure the backtracking will begin. The pharmacy will claim that the brochure is about a safer, new pill dispenser that is just like having your pharmacist at your home. Blah blah blah … typical public relations crisis management. We both know the truth.
Frankly, I don’t know what to think of Chinook anymore. Perhaps a guaranteed parking spot right in front will smooth things over. Just a thought …
Questions? Comments? E-mail me at christyrasmussen@yahoo.com. Disclaimer; the brochure really is about a new pill dispenser.
