I puked at work - a Ham Planet filled rage story I'm a pharmacist at a major retail chain. I rotate through different locations regularly and each store's aisles are a little different. So when a customer asks for an over the counter recommendation, it's easier for me to walk out and show them where it is. The walk also gives me time to ask questions so I can make the right recommendation and it's nice to stretch my legs from standing in one place.  Yesterday as I was reviewing scripts, a tech steps over and let's me know a customer wants help finding an over the counter recommendation. I step out of the pharmacy and am greeted by a 400, maybe 500, pound maybe man in clothing that has probably never been washed, stretched the the limit. He had a super gulp in one hand and a grocery sack full of prescription medications in the other. What was left of his hair had large oily chunks of accumulated dander and was pulled into the saddest pony tail. His face covered in acne and sprinkled with a beard that resembled pubic hair trimmings.  Still standing several feet away I take a breath and ask him "what can I help you find today?" He eyed me up and down without even trying to disguise it and smiles, displaying a mouth full of mountain dew induced tooth decay, "I'm looking for yeast infection cream for my wife." "Let me show you where it's at," I respond and set out on the short walk across the store expecting him to follow. I start going through my usual open ended questions and get no response, I look back and realize he's practically still at the pharmacy. I stop and wait for him to catch up, once he does I start walking painfully slow and he still can't keep up. It takes over 5 minutes to make it to the section, it usually takes me less than 10 seconds - 30 tops if I'm walking with a elderly customer.  I finish asking questions and decide on the best product, which happens to be on the bottom shelf. He stands there staring at me glancing at the product, I ask him if he had any questions. He redistributes his weight, "um no, but could you reach that for me?" I squat down and grab it - then it hit me.  The smell. Oh god the smell. It was a mix of shit, piss, sour, and what I assume is rotting flesh. I can feel the color drain from my face, my stomach starts to flip, and I can feel a hot rush of stomach acid rising up my esophagus. I push the product into his hands and rush away.  I do my best to rush back to the pharmacy, but my mouth fills with vomit. I clamp my mouth shut and make it through the door. Doing my best to stay out the view of customers I spit what's in my mouth into the trash. I rinse my mouth with water and wash my hands. I sat down as I continued to dry heave. It took my close to 10 minutes to recover.  Yeaterday I started a new rule, I will not walk a patient out to a product unless I visualize them first.