Today I was in Manchester City Centre. I rarely venture there nowadays, but I had to go for one thing and another.
Anyway, as I have recently had some stuff done with my teeth, I decided to get some Co-Codamol for the nagging gnashers. Ibuprofren and Asprin are banned due to the kidney situation.
I go to the big Superdrug opposite what used to be Piccadilly Gardens (today filled with big police vans). At the pharmacy department I ask the ethnic behind the counter for the painkillers. What does he say? ‘We’ve just closed for lunch mate’.
I looked a the clock and said ‘But. it’s quarter to three. In the bloody afternoon.’ The bloke says ‘But we worked through the normal dinner hour’. I said ‘That is not my problem. And anyway, so people who turn up when you are not supposed to be working get served. While those wo turn up at a normal decent time dont’? What sort of bloody cock eyed system is that?’ And, I can guess at what sort of people they were. See the end of this cunting.
He wasn’t having it and insisted that they were ‘closed’. While the rest of the store was open and full of customers.
I also noticed how he served an African woman blabbering Wakka Wakka into her phone about a minute before he decided to ‘close’. Could have let me have what I needed too, but no. Naturally, the Drink It In De Congo didn’t pay for her prescription. It stank of preferential treatment.
One can’t even get served at a normal time and during what should be official opening hours. Good job there’s a Boots three doors down. Superdrug? Supercunts, more like it.
No link, just cunts.
Nominated by : Norman
It’s been a very long time since I went into a chemist in the UK.
So long that one of the two near to my house was actually run by a white guy, so obviously I went there.
I remember being served by a young girl.
I wanted some headache pills.
She asked, “Have you ever had a headache before?”.
I told the stupid bint that I was married so of course I have had headaches before.
I also told her that the pills I wanted were off the shelf and non prescription.
It made no difference to her, she said that she must speak to the pharmacist before selling them to me.
I told her to shove the pills up her arse and that I would go and buy them from the Pákí up the road instead.
You are getting your arses ripped out with the price of pills in the UK.
I know that for a fact.
Whenever a member of Mrs Cunter’s family wants any medications she buys them at a chemist at the most a tenth of the price and sends them over.
That’s any medication in any quantity.
Some chemists here ask if you have a prescription and you just tell them that you have had the pills before.
If you have an old empty box of the pills then no questions are asked.
Good morning.
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Superdrug is owned by the same oriental dog munchers that own Northumbrian Water, Vodafone, Greene King and a whole host of other ‘British’ companies.
Boots is owned by Noo York private equity spivs.
Lloyds went tits up three years ago.
So I use a Tesco pharmacy or an independent one. I suggest you do the same Norm.
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@geordie….I use Tesco’s for my scrip and there’s one annoying crone who insists on opening the said bag and taking them all out and checking every label 😡 non of the others do it, I assume it’s because they’ve already been checked and verified beforehand 🤐 …but at least they always text when it’s ready for collection unlike boots who I’m afraid were the biggest pile of 💩 going hence my changeover…and anyway boots don’t sell ale 😂
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Watch out, he’s got a knife!
Is now the assumption for every darkıe I see.
Add bud-bud ding-dings to the list of non-white scum infesting this country that should be deported.
I always thought that Indians were slightly less cunty than pakıs and nıggeŕs; clearly not.
The smelly brown bastards.
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Same here, Thomas.
I’ve always viewed Indians as hard working and largely welcoming people.
Some could argue that this was a one off, but the whole family were involved in one way or another.
Maybe they’re Indian do as you likey’s or something.
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Surprise to me as well lads. Amongst the various types from the sub-continent that I’ve worked with over the years the Sikhs were far and away the most trustworthy and nearest to normal of the bunch. Dangerous to generalise I guess.
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Why do pharmacists have to be two foot higher than their customers.. what’s under that raised floor?
A sex dungeon or wine cellar..
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The raised counter is there to fool you, Barry, to make you think anything passed down is better for you.
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It’s just as well you didn’t go in there for some suppositories Norm.
The cheeky sod would probably have told you to stick them up your arse.
Alright, I’m leaving.
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Morn Norman,
The best over the counter painkillers for me are Panadol Extra. Get the red box which have 500mg of paracetamol and 65mg of caffeine. The fastest acting ones you can get.
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Sevradol 20mg.
The pink pills because they work quicker.
Also known as Morphine.
“Have you got a prescription?”
No, but I’ve had them before.
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Sevredol, Artful.
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Don’t work on the shitihad.
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It’s the waiting that really gets to me. My prescription drugs are rarely ready when I call in, in an attempt to pick them up. There will always be about five of them all dithering about. “Did you phone up to see if it was ready?” That’s a good one. “No I didn’t,” I thought it would be by now, it was put in a week ago.” So that means another fifteen long minutes if I am prepared to wait.
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Being on a repeat prescription for cardiac medication I’ve had some experience with pharmacies. (We called them “the chemist’s” when I was young.) I found the worst service was normally at the high street outlets. I gave up the branch of Rowlands attached to the GP surgery because I couldn’t tolerate the snotty off-hand manner in which they treated customers. My sister had identical experience at their branches a hundred miles up the country so I can only assume it’s their standard business model. I use Tesco’s now. They have long convenient opening hours and close for lunch at a set time. Go to their counter first and announce myself, whizz round and do the shopping, return to their counter where my prescription is now bagged and labelled and ready to go.
Our elder once asked me to pick up Co-codamol while I was there.
“Are you taking any other medication?”
“Its not for me, its for my daughter.”
“Is she over eighteen?”
“She’s thirty-five and she’s a doctor.”
Cue laughter amongst the customers within earshot.
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Pharmacies are a massive pile of cunt. Always full of dossers wanting their methadone. Notice how they get served first or they will smash the place up, innit?
Of course darquies get served quickly in case they start shouting “Raycist”.
The useless lazy lardie tubs always take an age opening and closing drawers while tutting. Your prescription, which costs a fucking small fortune, is so much bother to sort out.
They do deliveries too, but beware – the deliveroos might take your drugs and leave an empty bag on your doorstep. Better off getting something from the chemist in the hoodie who hangs around near the park. Cheaper too. Fuck off.
Good morning, everyone.
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