The trusted pharmacist

I remember I went to the pharmacy last month. On the door, there is stuck the usual white sheet that says that the masks and disinfectants are finished. When I arrive at the counter, the pharmacist provides me with what I have requested, and I pay. The pharmacist breathes a sigh of relief, congratulates and thanks me for that. So I make a joke: "So, did I deserve disinfectant under the table?" He looks at me and says, "Well, these days, it's easier for you to get a lot of cocaine if you ask me."

...My trusted pharmacist.