Fricking Idiots...

Pharmacy Slave~Hi are you picking up or dropping off??



Fricking Idiot One~I dropped off a prescription an hour ago.



*moments of silence*



Pharmacy Slave~Your name please?



Fricking Idiot One~D-U-M-B A-S-S



Pharmacy Slave~Okay one second.

*I piddle around the bins looking for the bag and then after a few minutes go back to the drive thru.



Pharmacy Slave~I'm sorry ma'am but I cant find it. Can you write down your name and d.o.b for me?



Fricking Idiot One~*loud audible sigh* This is ridiculous.



Pharmacy Slave~I cant seem to find you in the computer system at all. You're positive you dropped it off here?



Fricking Idiot One~YESSSSSSSSSS.



Pharmacy Slave~Who did you drop the Rx off to?



Fricking Idiot One~Some girl with brown hair...



Pharmacy Slave glances around the pharmacy...there are two pharmacists...each with brown hair...three technicians all female with brown hair...and four PSA's...all female, two with brown hair...*thinks to self...gee that narrows it down* After interrogating every person in the pharmacy and coming to the conclusion that no one has a clue...



Pharmacy Slave picks up the phone calls the Walgreens down the street....guess what??

THE RX IS A HALF MILE DOWN THE FRICKING ROAD!!



Pharmacy Slave~Your prescription is at the Walgreens down the road



Fricking Idiot One~Oh...(and hauls ass out of the drivethru)



No I'm sorry...No "wow. gee. i made a mistake"

Nothing