Without a Word

"I spoke three words all day yesterday,"  said my friend  Walker, "Beer and thank you."

"You're a regular chatterbox," I said, sipping my pint of IPA. "On Sunday I spoke to no one, not even the cat, and on Monday, I spoke one word to anyone, and it was 'No!'"

"Well, who did you treat to such a rude refusal?" asked Walker.

"A young woman," I replied pausing for a couple of seconds to wait for his reaction.  "I was picking up a prescription that my doctor sent down to the pharmacy in the morning, after a blood test revealed I needed a stronger dose, 10% stronger, to make me 10% crazier, I suppose, and isn't it wonderful how such  transactions can be completed without a visit to doctor's office, without a word spoken, electronically, and as she was handing me the medication, along with the required sheets of paper describing its effects, after-effects and side effects, the sheets that no one ever reads, the pharmacist asked 'Would you like additional information ?"