Rx- R Us

Rx R US

A drug store used to be a place where you went to buy aspirin, band aids, iodine, pills, and stuff. Maybe you spent a few minutes taking with the pharmacists and then you were out of there.

Today all those old-timey stores are gone. They are replaced with the new bigger and better super pharmacies. These bad boys have everything from Oreos, to greeting cards and lawn furniture. The latest fad is to carry food, milk, soda, and chips.

Sometimes I have to pick up a prescription at the back of the store, where I can be ignored by the pharmacist. She makes sure not to look up as she banters about behind the high counter. After 10 minutes or so, I give a polite cough, only to be “finally” recognized with a strained.. “I’ll be with you, in a moment”

Am I the only one that gets embarrassed when I go thru the check out line with a group of items, that kind of tell everyone what your up to. Even at the grocery store when I put ice cream, bananas, whip cream, and nuts on the conveyor… the cashier gives me that knowing look (banana splits tonight,..right..fat ass,…as if you need a few more calories)

As far as I’m concerned, it’s worse at the pharmacy. I don’t know..I still feel weird, when I roll up to the check out with some peanut butter, apple juice, and a tube of preparation H. And the cashier gives you that quizzical look???

It just seems that some things just don’t belong together. I mean, the lady in front of me had some sleeping pills, Hershey’s chocolate syrup, latex gloves, and a box of birthday candles ..What’s up with that ?

And that’s not all…every time I go, I get behind the same type of customer and the same type of cashier. It’s always the little old lady, with the short shopping cart, sale flyer, support hose, one of those little plastic coin wallets, and a fist full of discount coupons.
Next comes the obligatory bantering over what nuts are on sale, and which ones are two for one… “ Manager to check out..Manager to check out please.” Something begins to tell me that I not getting out of here in 10 minutes or less.

There is always just one cashier..(who looks like he’s spent too much time in the robitussin isle), and is easily confused ..Of course you may want to take your chances at the seldom staffed cosmetic counter, or the film lab.

Its at this point, that I wish they would give me one of those flashy/vibrating pager, tell ya when its your turn deals, like you get while your waiting to be called in a restaurant.

Hey….buzz me when it’s my turn…I’ll be amusing myself over at the “take my own blood pressure machine”

Until latter
P.I.B. Rx