I warned my sister Pam about losing her job at Martin's Pharmacy if she continued to let a customer shop for enema supplies after the store closed but she said it was OK with her boss because he buys a lot. In fact, the owner even gave Pam money for high heels to push her over six feet because the customer is always complimenting her on her height. The high heel shoes are white to go with the white scrub shirt and pants she is required to wear filling prescriptions.

According to Pam, last week went like this.
Mr. Wilson removed his list from the inside breast pocket of his jacket and carefully unfolded it.
'And how can I help you!' Pam barked. She found Mr. Wilson responds favorably to coaxing.
'I'd like a new stop cock for that 3 quart enema colon hydrotherapy bag I purchased last week, ' he said. 'But, of course, it has to match.'
Pam made a note of this then sneered down at him.
'And what else do you want?'
Mr. Wilson had to stand on his tiptoes to peer back over the counter top at Pam, and the counter isn't that high.
'Make it quick,' Pam went on. 'I don't want to take two trips to the shelves.'
'I–I'd like Model #23B HoldRight Enema Can, 1.50 liters, Stainless Steel,' whispered Mr. Wilson. He was becoming red in the face. 'Oh, and with a 150 centimeter enema tube. That comes with the rectal pipe, I believe?'
'Of course,' Pam Barked back.
She started over to the back shelves.
'Oh, and miss?'
'What is it now?'
'That special order, I was wondering–'
'The special order? Mind if I find these enema items first?'
'I didn't mean to -'
Pam came around to the front of the counter. Mr. Wilson slowly looked her up and down, admiring her white high heels and white shirt and white pants. She could be taken for a nurse. The little man fidgeted with his list.
'It's just that…you promised to order from that antique catalogue for me…and I was wondering if the ivory handle enema syringe with the key lever has come in? John Hill & Sons, circa 1870.'
Pam walked up to him. She towered over him. His pants were of a thin, light fabric and she noticed a wet spot next to his zipper. Seeming very ashamed, he lowered his hands to his crotch to hide as best he could. Pam frowned as best she could.
'It hasn't come?' she shouted. Then she turned and marched down the aisle smiling to herself, knowing that it might not have but Mr. Wilson was about to.