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TIFU by making a pharmacist believe I got raped

This TIFU happened a few years back and I just told it a co-worker who told me that this story isn't about a caring pharmacist but about a serious concerned man.

A bit of backstory: my then-BF (now husband) and me drove in this spa over the weekend. The first night we drank lots of cocktails and wine. One thing led to another and we had drunk sex. The next morning I felt miserable and we found out the condom broke. So, we looked up the closest pharmacy to grab Plan B - thankfully it is prescription free here.

I had an really upset stomach and felt/looked horrible. So, we walked to the pharmacy. I asked for Plan B and something for my upset stomach. The pharmacist looked at me - I still remember this look of concern in his eyes. He handed me both packages and said: "Please drive to the hospital and asked if they both are compatible" I just answered that I drank too much and that I need something to stop nausea and the diarrhea. He still looked very concerned and said again: "please call or visit them. They can help you and tell you if Plan B will work"

I said okay and left the pharmacy. I was really confused and kind of annoyed that he nearly insisted to visit the hospital.

So, I recently told this story a co-worker and the first thing she said: "I think he thought you got raped" And then it hitted me - I looked like shit, admitted that I was drunk, had stomach cramps and asked for Plan B. Anyone who had seen me must have thought that I had a rough night with a very tragic outcome.

Dear pharmacist, thank you for your help. Someday a young lady will appreciate your kindness and advice.

TL;DR had a few too many drinks and the condom broke. The pharmacist wanted me to visit the hospital when I grabbed Plan B because he thought I got raped.

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