Popped in the other day to grab a prescription. Headed to the pharmacy and spent five minutes trying to explain things to the girl at the desk (read: pulling teeth). She effs up my phone number, my name, my prescription but I don't say anything because it's obvious she's just started this job and I remember when I started at the Bike Dr. and didn't know anything about the computer or bikes (I was hired because I was seen as "adaptable" [read: girl]) and got yelled at a dude for putting a basket through the computer wrong.
(Side note: working retail sucks enough because you have to cater to people's wants and needs, let alone deal with assholes who think they're better than you because they don't work retail.)
Aaanyway, she literally grabs the pills off the wall to show me to see if they're the proper ones, like, literally has them in her hand... then proceeds to tell me it's going to be half an hour before they're ready. Seriously? Seriously? You could hand them to me right now and take my money. Why do I have to come back in half an hour? It's going to take you more effort to go put them back on the shelf and go about your day for fifteen minutes and then have to go get them again. Why? Why? Whyyyyy can't you just give them to me now?
Luckily the new pharmacy is only a few blocks from my house so I can just walk over and get it but c'mon! So weird. I get the idea that there are other prescriptions and that I'm in a line back there behind the counter but you had them in your hand two feet from me!
Sigh.
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