It is a “drive-thru” window at a busy pharmacy. It’s 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
At a pharmacy drive-thru, there should be two options.
- Drop off prescription
2)Pick up prescription
Pulling up, handing the lady your piece of paper, and waiting half an hour for them to fill it while you block the drive is not very considerate of the others waiting behind you. Had I felt less like an over-cooked, under-stuffed manicotti, I would not have merely entertained the notion of bodily ripping you out of your vehicle through your own sunroof, marching you into the waiting area for prescriptions, while illuminating you on common courtesy. I would have seriously considered action.
As it is, I was feeling pretty horrible, recovering from a nasty, gagging strep test, and contemplating what the pus in the pockets on the back of my throat would look like if I managed to hack them up all over your head! I hope they would be green! And smelly! I would fantasize that they wouldn’t wash out for three days!
You suck, lady in the drive thru! Suck, suck, suck! You are a stupid oblivious bitch!
The irony is, while I was there getting actual medicine for an infection, you were probably there to pick up something stupid…like Viagra in the hopes that your husband could manage the will to fuck something as silly and inconsiderate as you!