Maybe I should start going to an impersonal chain drugstore

A conversation between two middle-aged women that I couldn't help overhearing, earlier today at a local independent pharmacy where I was waiting for a prescription to be filled:

Clerk: What kind of battery are you looking for?
Customer: For my husband's penile implant.
(Quick look over to me, to see if I'm paying attention; I pretend to be very interested in a display of pocket-sized Kleenex pouches)
Customer: No, for this little timer I have.