By request, a couple more dumb doper stories:
Guy shows up late one evening with a oxycodone prescription that I was sure was forged. I told him I thought it was forged, but since I could not verify with physician, I would let him go and hold the prescription to verify it the next AM. Next morning, I verified the rx was indeed forged and figured I would not see the guy again....WRONG...idiot showed up about noon to get his pills....got some PD bling instead.
Stoner showed up with forged rx....when calling PD, he did a rabbit through the gift shop....I caught him at the door, blocking his exit...he stood there a second with my left hand on his chest stopping him....he says "You ain't gonna let me leave are you?"...."Nope" I says....he pulls up his shirt and goes into his pocket....I go for my small of the back "friend"....he pulls out a bag of pot and drops it on the floor....the toad does not know how close he came.....that would have really complicated my day.