Man, I'm gonna go full Ivanova someday...
Apr. 18th, 2011 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI was waiting in line at the local pharmacy, locate in the back of a Safeway supermarket. Omaha needed a refill on two of her heart medications, and they had assured me they'd be ready by 5pm. One gentleman was ahead of me. He was just finishing the "first use" consultation with the pharmacist and I was ready to step up when a woman with wild, dirty-blond hair and a ragged flannel shirt leapt in front of me. "Ma'am," I said, "You have to get behind this line." I pointed to the line that you're supposed to stand behind "for the privacy of those receiving consultation."
"No I don't," she said.
I goggled. What is it with some people? I swear, I'm too repressed. When the man in front of me was done, she immediately occupied the consultation area and demanded that the pharmacist "give me my water pills!" She opened a clenched fist and showed a handful of yellow gelatin capsules. "They're just like these, but they're white!" She was loud, overbearing, but not angry. Just insistent as the damned. She ticced and hopped back and forth from foot to foot, unable to sit still.
The pharmacist said she didn't have a prescription for water pills for this woman. "Well, I got them at Freddy's!" The pharmacist suggested that maybe the pharmacist at Freddy's, another shop across town, would have that prescription, but they didn't have a copy here. "Well, my doctor gave me a prescription for water pills, and I have to have them!"
After several go-rounds, the pharmacist was able to convince her that there was no prescription for water pills at that pharmacy. "Well, give me the rest." The assistant pharmacist rang up three prescriptions in a row. Total price, visible on the register: $3.30.
The woman whipped out a Safeway gift card. It had no money on it. Either that, or she didn't know the PIN. I never did find out which. She got very agitated, but was finally mollified to be sent to the front of the supermarket, where she could hash out the card problem with customer service.
I was stalking furious; why do some people feel they can violate the social norms and customs of human decency in this way? Especially with so many witnesses.
p.s. I am informed that it was Marcus, and not Ivanova, who had the exchange:
Lennier: "They trained you well on Minbar."
Marcus: "They said I had a lot of repressed anger."
Lennier: "And now?"
Marcus: "I'm not repressed anymore!"
"No I don't," she said.
I goggled. What is it with some people? I swear, I'm too repressed. When the man in front of me was done, she immediately occupied the consultation area and demanded that the pharmacist "give me my water pills!" She opened a clenched fist and showed a handful of yellow gelatin capsules. "They're just like these, but they're white!" She was loud, overbearing, but not angry. Just insistent as the damned. She ticced and hopped back and forth from foot to foot, unable to sit still.
The pharmacist said she didn't have a prescription for water pills for this woman. "Well, I got them at Freddy's!" The pharmacist suggested that maybe the pharmacist at Freddy's, another shop across town, would have that prescription, but they didn't have a copy here. "Well, my doctor gave me a prescription for water pills, and I have to have them!"
After several go-rounds, the pharmacist was able to convince her that there was no prescription for water pills at that pharmacy. "Well, give me the rest." The assistant pharmacist rang up three prescriptions in a row. Total price, visible on the register: $3.30.
The woman whipped out a Safeway gift card. It had no money on it. Either that, or she didn't know the PIN. I never did find out which. She got very agitated, but was finally mollified to be sent to the front of the supermarket, where she could hash out the card problem with customer service.
I was stalking furious; why do some people feel they can violate the social norms and customs of human decency in this way? Especially with so many witnesses.
p.s. I am informed that it was Marcus, and not Ivanova, who had the exchange:
Lennier: "They trained you well on Minbar."
Marcus: "They said I had a lot of repressed anger."
Lennier: "And now?"
Marcus: "I'm not repressed anymore!"
