“Hello, may I help you?”
“Hello… my boyfriend is a heroin addict.”
Not exactly the sort of greeting one expects after picking up the telephone.
“Yeah, I was wondering if you could sell him like one needle. I’m worried about him and I don’t want him to get AIDS or something like that.”
“Um, well, we can’t sell you just one syringe. They come in packs of 10. I don’t have any way of selling you just one.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
“Well, how much are they?”
“They’re about $2.50 or so for ten.”
“Oh. He can’t afford that.” At this point I’m thinking WHAT THE HELL? You can buy HEROIN but you can’t afford $2.50 for some freakin’ syringes?!?! Think of it as an investment in the future, FFS!
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I wish I could help you.” Where help doesn’t necessarily mean “Get you a needle so your SO can shoot up.”
“Well… Do you know where I can get him one?”
“Um, you could try a hospital. Maybe they can give you one.”
“Oh!” she says brightly. “I’ll try that. Thanks!”
It seems that Massachusetts does not have a clean needle program, and I’m fairly certain that NH doesn’t either, since hypodermic needles require a prescription in that state. I guess she really was SOL. I wonder what happened.
Regular readers already know my feelings about selling needles OTC.