The *Angriest* Pharmacist You want your prescription filled when? Eat shit…

Understanding the world — what we take for granted

[Understand that I am not talking about those with mental disabilities, deficiences, or issues. I will not allow any comments defending someone with a learning disability because that is NOT who I am talking about. That is NOT who I am discussing at in this post, and you should get that through YOUR thick head before you move forward. If you can't read this post without feeling the need to tell me about your third-cousin with a "professionally diagnosed learning disability" keeping him from learning and how he can't help it, move on. I'm not making fun of the disabled, I'm making fun of the stupid, lazy, apathetic OAFS out there. Yet some will still feel the need to comment....Please don't!]

Wow, it's amazing how stupid people in the USA have become. It's well known that the average reading level is 8th grade. This story shows that for every educated, intelligent person out there, someone has to be remarkably thick to balance out the world. Someone has to slow the rest of us down. I've finally met the antithesis to a NASA rocket scientist.

Just the other day (in between doing transfers from Walgreens) I was approached by an older lady. She wore short hair -- very untidy. It wasn't unclean, mind you, it just had the Dr. Emmett Brown style about it. Her hair, at one time in her life, must have been jet black. Now, it was on its way to silver and white. On her right cheek, she wore a giant stylish mole...or maybe it was a tick...I couldn't be certain. It wasn't something you could stare at without repulsion. The most noticible aspect above her neck, however, was the mustache worn on her upper lip. As thick as mine in quantity, each individual hair was still thin like that of a teenage boy still going through puberty.

Her long sleeve shirt was pink. I'm not sure what to call the material, but I would liken it to a pair of long-underwear I have for deer hunting. It's kinda of a waffle texture. On the front of it, there was no stylish design....just the imprint of two massive, saggy, dangling, bra-less boobs. They were so large, it seemed unnallowed. They were so droopy, it seemed nauseating. Disgustingly enough, in the right shirt, they might be visible out the bottom as I'm sure this lady has no concept of what a bra even is, much less used for and where to procure one.

The question she posed was simple enough. "Do you have any Vicks inhalers? Where is it?" I led her over to where they are stocked, and I explaned that we were, at the time out of the Vicks brand but had plenty of our store brand. She told me that was fine, and that she always buys the cheaper brand. Taking this cue, I went on with the normal explanation of rebound congestion telling her that she must be careful not to overuse et cetera. "You should always limit the use of these over the counter nasal sprays to 7 days or less."

At this point, she looked at me curiously. It bordered on that look we all know and love -- the one that a patient gives you when they believe you to be lying to them. [Because I benefit from NOT selling items and NOT filling prescriptions...]

Assuming this meant a lack of understanding, I rephrased my words and repeated.

Then, after she said, "It always works for me!" I said, "Well, generally, if you use this too often for a stuffy nose, it can actually make your congestion worse. It only works for a week, then it stops working..."

With as much facial contempt she could muster in her expression, she handed it back to me. And, with a tone of hate she said to me, "Just put it back then. I'll have my boyfriend go get me one at Walgreens."

I was taken aback at the boldness, and then I gave up. You can't argue with the stupid. They will win every time...in their mind. You will lose because you change nothing...like in this instance....

I let her walk away. I'm sure I mumbled, "Well, good luck with that."  I'm sure she thought, in her mind, the store brand I offered bore a side effect rendering it worthless after a week, but the 19-year old cashier at Walgreens never mentioned such a  thing!

Oh, to live in such oblivion...to hear the world, understand nothing, and ignore it as gibberish rather than strive for understanding. I couldn't stand it. Even in daily conversation -- hearing a word that doesn't make sense or a product name I cannot remember drives me mad. I rush to my phone or computer so that I can look it up. The things I take for granted. The things we take for granted.