A not so stiff jolt of culture shock

So I have a guy approach the counter. I'm guessing he thought he was a seriously snappy dresser in his satin button-down shirt, sharkskin slacks and those square-toed leather flippers that folks seem to equate with dressy shoes. Something between his chosen attire and personal carriage writ "European" large across my initial impression. I wondered if he would indeed have an accent or if my deductive skills had failed me.

He had a European accent, but more importantly he had a shopping goal.

He'd toddled down to the local adult store to secure himself a supply of Levitra.

I looked around quickly in case a fully stocked pharmacy had sprung up in the store like some strange mushroom after a storm. Alas, no heretofore undiscovered alcove of syrups and pills lorded over by white coated people who spend way too much time counting small objects over and over again appeared before my eyes.

Gently, I informed him that was not something we would have in stock.

That was alright, he would take a different brand.

Once again, I explained that we were not a pharmacy and therefore did not have any prescription only drugs. He would have to visit a druggist with his doctor's scrip in hand.

He blinked at me as if I had presented him with a lime green, pole-dancing two-headed calf. What the bloody blazes was I trying to pull? This an adult store, therefore we have to have such products. He attempts to reason with me. I am told that another place not too far distant is selling Viagra.

First of all, BULL-FROTHY-FUCKING-SHIT!!! I'd sooner believe they were peddling black tar heroin out of the back of the store than attempting to dispense regulated medications illegally. Second, if that store really has lost all sense of self-preservation, get thee hence to yon shoppe post haste! Godspeed with your dalliances in the black market.

Regardless, he was disinterested in what pills and elixirs we did carry. He wanted medical grade pencil buttress stuff.

I shall extend the benefit of the doubt toward "He of the Shiny Clothing" that he was not in fact bright as a burned-out penlight, but instead was still somewhat unaware of the full differences between the laws and merchants of his former country and this one.