Am I invisible?
Last night I went to the pharmacy to pick up some meds. There was an older couple at the counter so I stood behind the privacy line, you know, the line they put about 5 feet behind the counter so that you can't hear all the crazy meds your neighbor is ordering.
Anyway- I stood there and waited. And waited. AND WAITED. There seemed to be some discrepancy between what the couple thought they were getting, and what they actually were getting. They proceded to sit and chat about it. And chat. AND CHAT. They chatted about all types of tangents and strings.
I just sat there.
The only guy in line.
Am I invisible?
I waited for 15 minutes as they sat and worked out their problems, and chatted about their grandson Jimmy and his bugling trophy.
I hate the cash register chat. It just shouldn't happen. If there is no line it's ok, but if there is someone behind you, yes, even ONE single (invisible) person, shut it and move on. I think most of the blame falls on the store employee. They old couple may be lonely and want to chat. But the employee should know better. They should know that if I don't get this anti-diarrhea med back home to my 2-year-old soon, our house is going to be a very messy place.
Stop the chatting. Seriously.
1 Comments:
I've never been particularly impressed with pharmacies. One time, I gave them my perscription and insurance card, and they said they'd call over the store intercom when my drugs were ready. So I sat down in a nearby chair and waited.
5 minutes later, I asked if they were ready yet. Nope. After a half hour, I got bored of bugging them, and started looking at get-well cards and medications with funny names. Another half hour passed by. I head back to the counter, and ask why the heck I don't have my drugs yet. Turns out that (an hour earlier) my insurance had been rejected, and they forgot to tell me.
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