Nearly everyone here has a great, Westport business-going-the-extra-mile story to tell from the past few days.
Every month, my mother renews a hard-to-fill prescription. She’s come to rely on the Walgreens near the Southport line as her go-to pharmacy. No other drugstore seems to stock it.
Yesterday, I went there for a refill. The store was dark, but I pulled on the front door.
“Our phones are out, so they probably think we’re closed,” she said.
She stopped what she was doing, to help me.
She made calls to a number of other Walgreenses, in Connecticut and Westchester. She finally found one — in Greenwich — with the medication on hand.
Then she asked if I needed directions.
It was pitch black. I told her I’d find it myself.
I thanked her profusely.
As the first employee walked me to the front, the pharmacist was already dialing her next customer.
In the dark.