Two Recollections

It has been quite awhile since my last posting. This can be mainly attributed to the numbing, soul-killing, Godless, monotony that one gets fully enveloped in by being the unwarranted recipient of the average pharmacy patron's crazy that spills forth like the contagious, viscous drool of the undead. Having to endure the ludicrous goings-on of my pharmaceutical, lake-of-fire, tends to desensitize my recognition of the truly bizarre occurrences one would normally associate as being noteworthy. This, however, had to change due to several people requesting another entry into this blog. I tried to pay close attention and weed out some interesting tidbits for all of you - and yes, I wrote "tidbits" (it's a fun word). Here are a couple of the recent activities that have illuminated just how messed up the people of this planet are:

A lady all but screaming at a co-worker for being asked to see her driver's license. Seriously, the old woman twisted up her withered, straight-out-of-The-Mummy face and hissed, "I can't believe this! I have never been asked to do this!" She transformed into some over-the-top, Disney-created villain played by some sort of nasty, cranky vulture, and then she swallowed a baby whole (in my mind at least).

Some guy called the day before leaving town to get a refill on his Valtrex. It was out of refills, so he was informed that we would have to fax the doctor for more. He went off on how he desperately needs it, the doctor's office is closed for the holidays, blah, blah, blah (shoot me). He wanted us to loan him some. The pharmacist, of course, said it was not an important, maintenance drug - so no. The guy went berserk! "How dare you tell me I can't get any! I need to take this sh*t right f*cking now..." He kept going, but I can't recall what he said because I was laughing to myself envisioning a snarling, roaring, man-bear on the phone with festering, oozing crotch-rot. Bwahahahaha! No man-bear, you should have thought about that before hooking up with some tramp you met at Moe's. It's not our fault you waited to the last possible moment to make sure you had enough antivirals for your disgusting package. Maybe suffering through an "outbreak" will teach you to stop being so myopic.

Until next time please post some comments so I know someone is reading this drivel, and nothing too mean.
Peace out...