Senior Wedding Registry
Jacob, a spry 92, and his sweetheart Rebecca, a lively 89, are bubbling with excitement about their upcoming wedding in sunny Miami. As they stroll down the street, hand in hand, chatting about the big day, they pass a drugstore. Jacob’s eyes light up, and he tugs her gently toward the entrance.
“Let’s go in,” he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Inside, Jacob approaches the pharmacist behind the counter, who looks up with a smile.
“Are you the owner?” Jacob asks.
“Yes, I am,” replies the pharmacist.
Jacob nods, straightening his posture. “Well, Rebecca and I are about to get married. Do you carry heart medication?”
The pharmacist chuckles. “Of course we do.”
“And medicine for circulation?”
“We have every kind.”
Jacob presses on. “What about something for rheumatism?”
“Absolutely,” the pharmacist says, amused.
Jacob doesn’t miss a beat. “And how about suppositories?”
The pharmacist nods. “Yep, we’ve got those too.”
“And, just checking, do you stock meds for memory, arthritis, and maybe a little something for Alzheimer’s?”
“Oh, we have a full range,” the pharmacist says, clearly entertained by now.
“What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, even Parkinson’s meds?”
“Everything you’d need,” the pharmacist confirms with a wink.
Jacob grins. “What about heartburn, indigestion—you have those covered too?”
“Absolutely,” the pharmacist says, trying not to laugh.
Jacob raises a brow. “Do you sell wheelchairs, walkers, and canes?”
The pharmacist nods, barely holding back a chuckle. “All speeds and sizes.”
Jacob leans in closer. “And adult diapers?”
“Yes, sir. We carry those as well,” the pharmacist replies, stifling a grin.
Jacob turns to Rebecca with a satisfied smile and, with a twinkle in his eye, announces, “We’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.”
“Let’s go in,” he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Inside, Jacob approaches the pharmacist behind the counter, who looks up with a smile.
“Are you the owner?” Jacob asks.
“Yes, I am,” replies the pharmacist.
Jacob nods, straightening his posture. “Well, Rebecca and I are about to get married. Do you carry heart medication?”
The pharmacist chuckles. “Of course we do.”
“And medicine for circulation?”
“We have every kind.”
Jacob presses on. “What about something for rheumatism?”
“Absolutely,” the pharmacist says, amused.
Jacob doesn’t miss a beat. “And how about suppositories?”
The pharmacist nods. “Yep, we’ve got those too.”
“And, just checking, do you stock meds for memory, arthritis, and maybe a little something for Alzheimer’s?”
“Oh, we have a full range,” the pharmacist says, clearly entertained by now.
“What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, even Parkinson’s meds?”
“Everything you’d need,” the pharmacist confirms with a wink.
Jacob grins. “What about heartburn, indigestion—you have those covered too?”
“Absolutely,” the pharmacist says, trying not to laugh.
Jacob raises a brow. “Do you sell wheelchairs, walkers, and canes?”
The pharmacist nods, barely holding back a chuckle. “All speeds and sizes.”
Jacob leans in closer. “And adult diapers?”
“Yes, sir. We carry those as well,” the pharmacist replies, stifling a grin.
Jacob turns to Rebecca with a satisfied smile and, with a twinkle in his eye, announces, “We’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.”
