Pinch-faced harridan with size 10 stick wedged up her size 4 ass marches into pharmacy demanding her husbands meds.
Husbands meds are not ready.
Stick-butt slams hand on counter: "WHY not? I called them in LAST WEEK! You ALWAYS screw things up! You can never get ANYTHING right!" Snatches cell phone from purse, stabs in numbers, gets husband. "Listen Harry, I'm sick of this. Switch all of our meds over to Rite Aid, RIGHT NOW! We'll fill them there!" Snaps phone shut triumphantly.
Intern approaches counter.
"Ma'am, the reason your husbands lorazepam and clonazepam are not ready is because they're too early to refill. They're controlled substances and the insurance will not pay for them for another week."
Nail File Face: "That's ridiculous! I called them in LAST WEEK! We're leaving on vacation TOMORROW!"
Intern: "Okay, well, you didn't tell us you were going on vacation. Did you tell your insurance company?"
Splinter-Sphincter: "No, why would I? That's YOUR job!"
Intern: "Well yes, we CAN call your insurance company and get a vacation override for you, but we need to know that you're going on vacation. We had no way of knowing, and we can't simply ask the insurance company to refill controlled substances early for no reason."
BonyAss Harpy: "Oh."
And now we know why her husband needs his muscle relaxants/anti-anxiety meds so desperately.
Husbands meds are not ready.
Stick-butt slams hand on counter: "WHY not? I called them in LAST WEEK! You ALWAYS screw things up! You can never get ANYTHING right!" Snatches cell phone from purse, stabs in numbers, gets husband. "Listen Harry, I'm sick of this. Switch all of our meds over to Rite Aid, RIGHT NOW! We'll fill them there!" Snaps phone shut triumphantly.
Intern approaches counter.
"Ma'am, the reason your husbands lorazepam and clonazepam are not ready is because they're too early to refill. They're controlled substances and the insurance will not pay for them for another week."
Nail File Face: "That's ridiculous! I called them in LAST WEEK! We're leaving on vacation TOMORROW!"
Intern: "Okay, well, you didn't tell us you were going on vacation. Did you tell your insurance company?"
Splinter-Sphincter: "No, why would I? That's YOUR job!"
Intern: "Well yes, we CAN call your insurance company and get a vacation override for you, but we need to know that you're going on vacation. We had no way of knowing, and we can't simply ask the insurance company to refill controlled substances early for no reason."
BonyAss Harpy: "Oh."
And now we know why her husband needs his muscle relaxants/anti-anxiety meds so desperately.
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