Ok so I stop by Walgreens to get an Rx filled (I'm on steroids...yea!) and while waiting to pick it up, I encounter the first of two WTFs in the last few days. A female (wouldn't call her a lady) is arguing with the pharmacist. She wants to...get this...return a prescription. For a refund. After she took it home and brought it back.
Hell No.
I can't think of anything that's sold in this country that has more potential to be swapped out for a fake and then returned, while the original is kept and sold through less reputable channels. From what I could overhear, this Rx medication was a lotion, so they couldn't even check pill stamps. I didn't hang around for the whole argument, but I do know she was told "no" at least 4 times by two different staff members and it wasn't getting through her noggin. She may not have been doing anything illicit, she may really have accidentally had more filled than she needed (miscommunication with doctor maybe, it's not unheard of for them to write for 90 days instead of 30, for example) but those rules exist for a reason. Shut up and let me get my medications so this tooth the dentist can't fix until Monday can stop hurting, OK?
While we're on medication, that brings us to WTF #2. On Friday evening I had Hubby's highly-controlled pain pills transferred to a pharmacy closer to our home so I wouldn't have to go as far with my throbbing tooth. The tech said they had the pills and let me know they couldn't transfer the Rx again. Fine. I get there, they're out of the pills, and since state law doesn't allow another Rx transfer, Hubby can just be SOL (and in a lot of pain) for the weekend. Doc is closed, and they don't get another delivery until Monday. We can't call in the Rx any sooner than 3 days in advance. Which we did, but it was at the other pharmacy I didn't want to spend an hour on the bus getting to. All I got out of them was "so sorry, so sorry."
And finally, WTF #3. Hubby is taking the dog for a potty walk when he finds a COUCH upended on the lawn. It had very obviously been thrown from a balcony. Just when you think life in the big city can't get weirder. I'm hoping this was a breakup-induced HULK SMASH moment by a tenant and not the complex staff who have to clean out an evicted apartment getting lazy again. Last year they (said staff members) decided that throwing bricks and boards down onto the sidewalk (where tenants have to walk to get to their doors) was an acceptable alternative to using the freaking ELEVATOR to move things, you know, like they're being PAID to? They wouldn't even have to go down stairs for chissake.
Ok I'm done, thanks for letting me vent.
Hell No.
I can't think of anything that's sold in this country that has more potential to be swapped out for a fake and then returned, while the original is kept and sold through less reputable channels. From what I could overhear, this Rx medication was a lotion, so they couldn't even check pill stamps. I didn't hang around for the whole argument, but I do know she was told "no" at least 4 times by two different staff members and it wasn't getting through her noggin. She may not have been doing anything illicit, she may really have accidentally had more filled than she needed (miscommunication with doctor maybe, it's not unheard of for them to write for 90 days instead of 30, for example) but those rules exist for a reason. Shut up and let me get my medications so this tooth the dentist can't fix until Monday can stop hurting, OK?
While we're on medication, that brings us to WTF #2. On Friday evening I had Hubby's highly-controlled pain pills transferred to a pharmacy closer to our home so I wouldn't have to go as far with my throbbing tooth. The tech said they had the pills and let me know they couldn't transfer the Rx again. Fine. I get there, they're out of the pills, and since state law doesn't allow another Rx transfer, Hubby can just be SOL (and in a lot of pain) for the weekend. Doc is closed, and they don't get another delivery until Monday. We can't call in the Rx any sooner than 3 days in advance. Which we did, but it was at the other pharmacy I didn't want to spend an hour on the bus getting to. All I got out of them was "so sorry, so sorry."
And finally, WTF #3. Hubby is taking the dog for a potty walk when he finds a COUCH upended on the lawn. It had very obviously been thrown from a balcony. Just when you think life in the big city can't get weirder. I'm hoping this was a breakup-induced HULK SMASH moment by a tenant and not the complex staff who have to clean out an evicted apartment getting lazy again. Last year they (said staff members) decided that throwing bricks and boards down onto the sidewalk (where tenants have to walk to get to their doors) was an acceptable alternative to using the freaking ELEVATOR to move things, you know, like they're being PAID to? They wouldn't even have to go down stairs for chissake.
Ok I'm done, thanks for letting me vent.
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