(bryanism on: Intuitive Experiences Behind the Counter --> Listen Closely. Intervene, but don't react!)
Listen Closely. Intervene, but don't react! (story)
On a warm summer day, it was a slow afternoon in the pharmacy, when two young boys about ages 12 to 14 sauntered in and approached the counter. This made me think of the cool scene of the pharmacist talking to the young boy in the film Summer
 of '42, so I rushed to the counter to meet them there, hoping for one of those iconic moments. Instead I heard this message in my head, most likely from my spirit guide, "Listen Closely. Intervene, but don't react!"
One boy stepped forward hesistantly to ask, "Do you have any Salt Peter in stock, sir?"
Surprised these two boys knew anything about that, I said, "Let me check."
I spun around the corner out of sight into our stock room, which held all ingredients in bulk that I'd use for compounding, which happened often in that neck of the woods, thanks to old fashioned prescribers. I searched the shelf just to say I did and then reappeared informing both boys, "Sorry. Out of stock. But...I can order some and have it in first thing tomorrow morning. How's that work for you?" I offered.
"Sure!" one of them said.
"Give me your phone number and your name, just in case there's a delay in shipment." I directed.
The same boy gave the information, and I did jot it down. 
"See you tomorrow, boys!" I saluted as they thanked me, leaving the store. And just as the door closed behind them, I turned to my technicians and said, "Do you know what this is for, guys?" remembering some lecture way, way back in pharmaceutics.
Both technicians shrugged.
"It's not for what most people think. Urban legend is that military used it to kill sex drive, but it's actually a nitrogenous compound, which can be a food preservative and other things, but also found in gun powder, fireworks...which can be the basis for home made explosives!"
As I continued explaining to the techs that noone had ever asked me to order that before so far in my experience, one boy came back into the pharmacy -- the one who'd done all the talking. 
He said, "Mister, thanks anyway, but can you cancel that?"
"No problem," I waved back at him. "I don't place an order until evening time anyway, so no harm done."
The door shut behind him once again, but then I waited a moment before going to the door only to watch them leave.
I walked back behind the counter telling my techs, "I'm still gonna place this call though," as I dialed the phone number one boy left.
The phone rang a couple of times, followed by an adult male picking up, "Hello?"
I began explaining, "Hello, I'm Bryan. I'm a pharmacist working at the pharmacy near to the pharmacy college and some young man providing this phone number, along with another boy, asked that I order saltpeter!"
I went on explaining to the (now) very concerned man exactly what that product could be used for. 
And the man answered, "What in the world is my son doing all the way across town? We live on the east side. How did he get there?" he asked.
"Well, I did go to the door to watch them leave and they were both on bikes." I paused, "...but one thing though and to your son's credit, he did come back and cancel the order, but still I'm warning and this time only. If he ever comes back asking for something like that again, I'm callin' the cops! No disrespect to you sir," now that I understood the man was his father.
He thanked me, hung up, and I gave thanks to spirit for the advice: "Listen Closely. Intervene, but don't react!"