On Saturday night, I refilled my anti-itch meds at WalGreens. I waited and waited and didn't hear anything from them. I had to pick up some prescriptions for the Old Man yesterday, so I asked. They apologized and said it "fell through the cracks." Fast forward to today. I stopped on my way home from my Bible study and gave them my info at the drive-thru, picked up the bag and headed home. It was at home when I opened it and discovered they gave me another prescription for the Old Man. I called them, visibly and audibly irritated. So I ran back up there and got the stuff. Only instead of a bottle of 60 like the prescription calls for, they gave me a blister pack of 24. I take 2 a day so that will do me for less than two weeks. I was hacked off and just came on home, where I spent 20 minutes opening all of the blister packs and put them in an old pill bottle.
They had one job to do and damned if they didn't do it.
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