98 S. Duncan

Setting: Dank, acrid, below ground-level apartment - the air is thick and smells like a combination of sweat, rust, and fish shit.

Upon handing a young lady her prescription, she says to me:

Thank you! You are so nice!

And after the door is closed, I overhear her saying to someone else in the apartment:

Yay! I'm not going to die of hypothyroids anymore!

I bet that is pretty exciting.