Conversations overheard at the second job:
"Your pain medication prescription was filled last week, you can't get more so soon."
"But, Doc, I have to have a refill on my pain medicine. I lost all of the pills I got last week at my grandmother's funeral. See, I had the bottle in my shirt pocket and when I leaned over the grave to drop some dirt on her casket it fell out."
"This is the second time you've shown positive for cocaine and I'm not going to give you any opiates."
"But I don't use cocaine. See, I sell it and it gets in my pores. I would never use it."
Third Conversation, same afternoon:
"I really need the refill. I traded my last one for some coke and now I'm really hurting."
"Those bastard cops didn't give my pain medicine back when they let me out of jail and I have to have something."