Wags

1.4.2kXII

Has anyone - ever - gotten a prescriptio transmitted from their doc to a pharmacy and was IMMEDIATELY available for pickup when they went to pick it up? I doubt it.

I experienced such a situatio just the other day: The doc transmitted Ez's cough meds scrip to my local RiteAid. I asked the doc if by zapping it over meant it would be ready when I got there. "In theory," she said. I had my doubts.

And with good reason. I took Ez out for pancakes after being such a good boy a the doc. Then we went to the park. Only after these couple hours did we go to the pharmacy and, just for yucks, went to the pickup window. Of course some pilgrim stepped into line just in front of us and of course Ez wanted to look at, touch, play with or eat everything on the shelves around us, so we immediately had a built-in wait, regardless of whether the scrip was ready. It was not ready.

Apparently they received the transmissio , but had done nothing about it. It was as if I had handed them a written prescriptio . "Have a seat, it will be a while," the pharmacist said. "I'll be at Ralph's," I said, "Twenty minutes should do?" "Sure," she replied. She might well have said, "Suuuuuuuuuuuure," as of course, it still wasn't ready.

Order pizza from a website and some pizzeria will bring you a pie. Order LEGOS® online and they'll bring yr stuff to yr door. Electronic transmissio s of orders are like breathing these days. What's the problem with filling scrips? Why the built-in wait?

My life is not w/o fireworks, eh?

Tonight - Homestead.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!

Artichokes 3/$1

1.3.2kXII

Have you heard that fable about the man in the supermarket pushing his cart around and shopping, all the while talking as loud as he could into his cell phone? Was it to be a cautionary tale? A "don't be this fuckin' guy" story? Well I'm sure you Lovely List Members know of it and heed its warning.

I came across a guy at the Von's yesterday who either did not know the story or didn't give a damn because I could first hear him across the goddang PARKING LOT before entering the store and then proceeding to jabber away at top volume while walking the aisles. It was nuts. It was truly one of those, "hey, that's the Poster Boy of (whatever)" moments. He was the Poster Boy of Supremely Obnoxious yet Oblivious Loud-Talking Cell Phone Guys. He had a little toehead kid in his cart and he ignored the shit out of him. The kid smiled at me while I was wincing a "shut the fuck UPPPP you jerk"-look at his papa. That made me even more irritated.

At checkout, the gal asked if I found everything I was looking for okay. I said yep. She then asked how my day was going. I said it was just fine, but that guy screaming into his phone (who could still be heard) seriously bummed me out. She said she didn't even notice those jerks anymore. Lucky grrrrrrl.

Tonight - Orbit Room.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!