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Re: The drug store -- Betty, 12:31:17 10/02/05 Sun [1]
I posted my memory of getting the strap earlier. I have a memory about this too.
One day when I was home sick mom said she was going to give me a suppository, but she'd given the last one to my brother recently and hadn't yet bought more. So she phoned the drug store. When the bell rang I heard her say, "Hello Wayne." I died. It was late afternoon, school was now out, and Wayne, who delivered for the corner drug store, was in my class and would know I was home ill. I knew he'd put two and two together. The fact he brought the jar of suppositories in a brown paper bag was no comfort at all.
>I delivered for two different drug stores and on
>several occassions took out syringes. Another
>interesting item to deliver was glycerine
>suppositories. Was the lady at the door going to pop
>one home, or was she going to give it to someone else
>in the family.
>
>I remember a lady, Mrs. Cook, who came in the store
>one day and spoke to the druggist about buying a new
>enema syringe. I was friends with her son. I knew
>her and she knew me so I'm sure she didn't realize I
>was behind the shelving in the back where I could hear
>her. She said her enema bag had been left too close
>to the heat rad and she needed a new one. Don
>Williams, the druggist, asked her, bold as brass, if
>it was for herself, or someone else in the family.
>She said she mostly needed it for herself, but she
>wanted something easy to use when she had to give an
>enema to one of her family. Then, out of the blue,
>she said she didn't give many enemas anymore, except
>to Sue-Jean. I couldn't believe my ears. Sur-Jean
>was my friend's older sister, and a real looker. I
>watched Mrs. Cook buy an open top red bag thinking,
>wow, that's going to be used to give Sue-Jean an
>enema!
>
>
>
>>I also delivered for the drugstore on my bike and I
>>had some interesting deliveries. They all went out in
>>a plain brown paper bag with the top folded over and
>>stapled shut, but I knew what was inside. I'd either
>>see it being packaged or package it myself.
>>
>>Several times I heard the drug store end of a
>>conversation about the need for an enema syringe and
>>in discussion of the types and the cost of each it was
>>sometimes obvious who was going to get the enema.
>>Once I took a syringe out to a home and who should
>>answer the door but my grade five music teacher! She
>>was in her bathrobe. There was no doubt she was the
>>one not feeling well. She pretended I was just
>>delivering groceries, and I pretended I had no idea
>>what was in the bag I handed her. She gave me a
>>quarter, big tip, and off I went.
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Re: The drug store -- David, 16:00:15 10/02/05 Sun [1]
Betty, you can bet Wayne knew exactly what was in the bag and I'm sure he figured out who they were for. One thing you learned delivering for a drug store was that if someone came in the store and left an order, they might just be filling the shelf at home. For example I remember one good looking woman telling the druggist just as he was about to ring up the sale that she just remembered she had only one Fleet enema left, and asked him to include three more in the order. But when people phoned for something, they needed it then. People didn't phone for a jar of glycerine suppos and then put them on the shelf. They got used that day, if not right away. So Wayne knew one or two of those little devils was going to be up your backside pronto!
I was suprised to read in your other post that you got the strap. At any school I went to the girls didn't get it very often. It was generally a way of punishing the boys.
>I posted my memory of getting the strap earlier. I
>have a memory about this too.
>
>One day when I was home sick mom said she was going to
>give me a suppository, but she'd given the last one to
>my brother recently and hadn't yet bought more. So
>she phoned the drug store. When the bell rang I heard
>her say, "Hello Wayne." I died. It was late
>afternoon, school was now out, and Wayne, who
>delivered for the corner drug store, was in my class
>and would know I was home ill. I knew he'd put two
>and two together. The fact he brought the jar of
>suppositories in a brown paper bag was no comfort at
>all.
>
>>I delivered for two different drug stores and on
>>several occassions took out syringes. Another
>>interesting item to deliver was glycerine
>>suppositories. Was the lady at the door going to pop
>>one home, or was she going to give it to someone else
>>in the family.
>>
>>I remember a lady, Mrs. Cook, who came in the store
>>one day and spoke to the druggist about buying a new
>>enema syringe. I was friends with her son. I knew
>>her and she knew me so I'm sure she didn't realize I
>>was behind the shelving in the back where I could hear
>>her. She said her enema bag had been left too close
>>to the heat rad and she needed a new one. Don
>>Williams, the druggist, asked her, bold as brass, if
>>it was for herself, or someone else in the family.
>>She said she mostly needed it for herself, but she
>>wanted something easy to use when she had to give an
>>enema to one of her family. Then, out of the blue,
>>she said she didn't give many enemas anymore, except
>>to Sue-Jean. I couldn't believe my ears. Sur-Jean
>>was my friend's older sister, and a real looker. I
>>watched Mrs. Cook buy an open top red bag thinking,
>>wow, that's going to be used to give Sue-Jean an
>>enema!
>>
>>
>>
>>>I also delivered for the drugstore on my bike and I
>>>had some interesting deliveries. They all went out
>in
>>>a plain brown paper bag with the top folded over and
>>>stapled shut, but I knew what was inside. I'd either
>>>see it being packaged or package it myself.
>>>
>>>Several times I heard the drug store end of a
>>>conversation about the need for an enema syringe and
>>>in discussion of the types and the cost of each it
>was
>>>sometimes obvious who was going to get the enema.
>>>Once I took a syringe out to a home and who should
>>>answer the door but my grade five music teacher! She
>>>was in her bathrobe. There was no doubt she was the
>>>one not feeling well. She pretended I was just
>>>delivering groceries, and I pretended I had no idea
>>>what was in the bag I handed her. She gave me a
>>>quarter, big tip, and off I went.
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Re: The drug store -- Betty, 08:59:15 10/07/05 Fri [1]
I'm sure you're right. When I saw Wayne at school he said hello and asked if I was feeling better. I went twelve shades of red and stammered yes.
At our school the boys got the strap more often than the girls, but we'd get it too. After five detentions the next day you had to go and see the vice-principal who would review the detentions with you and usually would end the meeting by giving you the strap. Both boys and the girls would get detention strappings. Boys got the strap more often because they'd get it for things like fighting in the school yard, throwing books in the classroom, stuff like that. Girls didn't do that. But we'd get it for talking in class and being late for school, just like the boys did.
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Re: The drug store -- DTK, 09:30:29 05/07/17 Sun [1]
I always hated being taken into the pharmacy to witness the suppositories being bought for me - everyone knowing that I was going to get forcibly "cone" when we got home. So having them delivered by someone at school must have been too much to bear - you would have really really dreaded your next school day.
BTW: Did anyone, as a child, think the word "toiletries" meant suppositories and enemas (because it was often on signs displayed in drugstores / chemists' shops, and because "toilet + tries" (as in "trying to do something on the toilet")
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Re: The drug store -- DTK, 15:25:09 05/09/17 Tue [1]
Error - "cone" = "done" (!)
>I always hated being taken into the pharmacy to
>witness the suppositories being bought for me -
>everyone knowing that I was going to get forcibly
>"cone" when we got home. So having them delivered by
>someone at school must have been too much to bear -
>you would have really really dreaded your next school
>day.
>BTW: Did anyone, as a child, think the word
>"toiletries" meant suppositories and enemas (because
>it was often on signs displayed in drugstores /
>chemists' shops, and because "toilet + tries" (as in
>"trying to do something on the toilet")
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Re: The drug store -- Rhonda T., 12:48:35 01/06/19 Sun [1]
I thought 'toiletries' were anything that was used in the bathroom, the toilet room. So, yes, suppositories and enemas were toiletries to me just as a jar of Vaseline or a bar of soap was. A bath brush was a toiletry, and more as it was one of mom's go to spankers when I had to be punished. "Kneel down and over the edge of the tub young lady and we'll get this over with right now." Moments later the bath brush toiletry would be smacking my bottom, rather than going up my bottom the way suppositories and enemas did.
>I always hated being taken into the pharmacy to
>witness the suppositories being bought for me -
>everyone knowing that I was going to get forcibly
>"cone" when we got home. So having them delivered by
>someone at school must have been too much to bear -
>you would have really really dreaded your next school
>day.
>BTW: Did anyone, as a child, think the word
>"toiletries" meant suppositories and enemas (because
>it was often on signs displayed in drugstores /
>chemists' shops, and because "toilet + tries" (as in
>"trying to do something on the toilet")
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Re: The drug store -- Nancy Jean, 09:28:51 02/25/19 Mon [1]
I can identify with being told to kneel down and go over the edge of the tub or sometimes to stand, feet apart and bend with my hands on the edge of the tub for support, but this was mostly when a suppository, or enema, was about to go up my bottom. When the brush was going to be applied to it I' usually be across mom's lap with bare bottom pointing to the ceiling.
>I thought 'toiletries' were anything that was used in
>the bathroom, the toilet room. So, yes, suppositories
>and enemas were toiletries to me just as a jar of
>Vaseline or a bar of soap was. A bath brush was a
>toiletry, and more as it was one of mom's go to
>spankers when I had to be punished. "Kneel down and
>over the edge of the tub young lady and we'll get this
>over with right now." Moments later the bath brush
>toiletry would be smacking my bottom, rather than
>going up my bottom the way suppositories and enemas
>did.
>
>>I always hated being taken into the pharmacy to
>>witness the suppositories being bought for me -
>>everyone knowing that I was going to get forcibly
>>"cone" when we got home. So having them delivered by
>>someone at school must have been too much to bear -
>>you would have really really dreaded your next school
>>day.
>>BTW: Did anyone, as a child, think the word
>>"toiletries" meant suppositories and enemas (because
>>it was often on signs displayed in drugstores /
>>chemists' shops, and because "toilet + tries" (as in
>>"trying to do something on the toilet")
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Re: The drug store -- Nate, 13:19:47 11/09/05 Wed [1]
Drug store delivery was one of the most interesting jobs I ever had.
Mr. Jenkins the druggist once hung up the phone and said to me, "Nate, Mrs. Compton at 1145 Eighth needs a jar of suppositories. Her eldest is ill. Get a bottle of 'Adults' and peddle them over there please."
I was shocked! Old Mr. Jenkins never was much good at being confidential, in part because to him suppositories were like paint to a paint store. No big deal. But this time I was shocked because I knew the Compton family and I knew her eldest was Sue Ellen who was a friend of my 18 year old sister.
I went down the asile and told Mr. Jenkins we were sold out of 12s but he had several jars of 24.
He said, "just a minute," and he telephoned the Comptons.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Compton, we seem to be out of the dozen jars, but I have 24s."
Then after a pause, "Frankly, I'd suggest going ahead with the Ivory soap enema. You'll get a better result."
Then, after a pause. "Good. An enema is the right thing. We should have 12s in with the delivery tomorrow, would you like a jar then?"
And, after another moment, "Of course, I'll send them over as soon as they come in. But, I've just pulled your account card out and I see you buy these every couple of months. It's less expensive to buy the 24s."
After Mrs Compton said something he laughed and said, "If I had a nickle for every kid who begged to try a suppository first and wound up getting the enema anyways, I'd be a rich man. Next time Nate is out your way, probably tomorrow, I'll send the 24s."
After he hung up he said to me, "She doesn't need the suppositories right away, but she wants two dozen. I'll mark it on the sheet."
Then he went back to work.
I swept the floor in the basement knowing Sue Ellen was about to get an enema from her mom.
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