Usually I'm way ahead of'em but Friday night I realized I'd screwed the pooch on a couple of med refills. One is a rescue inhaler and while I don't use it in the frequency prescribed it's one of those things that when ya need it ya need it. I had a telehealth call this morning with a pharmacist at Greenville on an unrelated matter and at the end of it I explained the situation to the lady. "No problem, if you don't mind driving over you can pick them up at the counter".
So I hatted up at 9AM and drove an hour and change to Greenville...where I met the short, fat baldheaded gnome from Hell in Booth #1 who proceeded to tell me that the pharmacist didn't know squat and that he was the man. He could fill one of the prescriptions, the other wasn't due for refill for another ten days....BUT he could get a 90 day supply in the mail to me and I could expect it in 3-4 days. I guess the look of bewilderment on my face was funny to him so he chuckled...and that's when the fight started....
I asked if they had it there in stock.
Him: Yes.
Me: How about just letting me pick them up now?
Him: Nope, it'll be mailed and you can expect it in 3-4 days.
Me: Well since it's a rescue inhaler, I'm completely out, and that's the most idiotic f'n thing I've ever heard ......how about giving me one now and mailing the other two?
Things deteriorated rather quickly from there and when I saw that no amount of coaxing was gonna let me leave with that inhaler I leaned across his desk and said....LOUDLY....
...I hope at some point in the day you have an overwhelming and uncontrollable need to fart...and when you give in to it there's a HUGE freakin' lump in it....
People in the waiting area were rolling, I almost thought they were gonna cheer as I walked out. I may never get my meds....
So I hatted up at 9AM and drove an hour and change to Greenville...where I met the short, fat baldheaded gnome from Hell in Booth #1 who proceeded to tell me that the pharmacist didn't know squat and that he was the man. He could fill one of the prescriptions, the other wasn't due for refill for another ten days....BUT he could get a 90 day supply in the mail to me and I could expect it in 3-4 days. I guess the look of bewilderment on my face was funny to him so he chuckled...and that's when the fight started....
I asked if they had it there in stock.
Him: Yes.
Me: How about just letting me pick them up now?
Him: Nope, it'll be mailed and you can expect it in 3-4 days.
Me: Well since it's a rescue inhaler, I'm completely out, and that's the most idiotic f'n thing I've ever heard ......how about giving me one now and mailing the other two?
Things deteriorated rather quickly from there and when I saw that no amount of coaxing was gonna let me leave with that inhaler I leaned across his desk and said....LOUDLY....
...I hope at some point in the day you have an overwhelming and uncontrollable need to fart...and when you give in to it there's a HUGE freakin' lump in it....
People in the waiting area were rolling, I almost thought they were gonna cheer as I walked out. I may never get my meds....