Out of zinc with the rest of the world.
Did you hear that Keira Knightley is suing a magazine for accusing her of having an eating disorder?
I just hate it when the press come out with these completely unfounded stories about celebrities.
Friday night I picked up two prescriptions from the pharmacy. Birth control pills, and zinc that my doctor prescribed because I am “dangerously lowâ€.
I got home and realized that I only had the birth control pills, so I had to go back. I went back today and had what might be one of the stupidest conversations I’ve ever been engaged in.
Andria: Friday night I was here to pick up two prescriptions, and only one of them was in my bag.
Pharmacist: What is your name?
Andria: Andria.
Pharmacist: And what is the prescription number?
Andria: I don’t know the number.
Pharmacist: Well, I can’t look it up without the number.
Andria: The bottle was left here. Which had the label. Which had the prescription number. So there’s no way for me to know the number.
Pharmacist: OK. What was the prescription for?
Andria: Zinc.
Pharmacist: Well, I see that you picked it up already.
Andria: Yeeeeeeeah. But I didn’t. It got left out of the bag that the pharmacist gave me, and I didn’t realize it until I got home. So I didn’t pick it up.
Pharmacist: Well, we didn’t find any bottles left behind. It says here that it was picked up.
Andria (becoming extremely annoyed): Um. Yeah. But what I’m saying is that I didn’t pick it up.
Pharmacist: But I see right here that you paid for it.
Andria: I KNOW THAT. I have my receipt right here. I paid $43 for it, yet I have no zinc. Because whoever helped me didn’t put the zinc in the bag.
Pharmacist: But there was no bottle left behind. I have no way of proving you didn’t take the bottle with you.
Andria: You mean other than me standing here telling you that I didn’t get it? Can’t you fill it again?
Pharmacist: No ma’am. I’m sorry, but as far as we are concerned, you took the pills with you. I can not give you anymore.
Andria: Look. I’m not some hopped-up zinc addict who needs a fix. It’s a mineral. Not vicodin.
Pharmacist: I am sorry ma’am, but I can’t do anything. You’ll have to call your doctor.
Andria: So I can pay $43 more? Uh, I don’t think so. Get the manager.
I won’t tell you the stupid ass argument that I had with the pharmacy manager, because it was just more of the same as that conversation above. Needless to say, it took me a HALF HOUR of arguing with that ass to get him to give me the fucking pills. And that’s because someone who worked there overheard the argument, and told him that I did leave the bottle behind, and it was sitting with the refills that were waiting to be picked up.
Who the hell was I in a previous life that this kind of shit always happens to me?
