Pedro El Awesomeo needs Bombs's blog: "Encephalon"

I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription.  They have a little sign up that says "Please wait here to allow customer privacy"  they actually have two signs.

This dipshit walks up, complete with nasty stash, plaid shirt, and truckers cap, off to the side right up to the counter while someone is being waited on.   I am glad the pharmacist called him out and told him to get back.  Anyway, so they take care of the woman that is there, and he finally gets his turn. 

Now privacy be damned, because someone else called me up, but I could get the gist, he asked for two prescriptions, and guess what, one of them didn't exist.  The other was a controlled substance (I suppose he got the Oxycontin for his wife *wink* *wink*) from a different pharmacy!  Of course he didn't know where that pharmacy was, even though it is on the same freaking road, just a couple miles down.  He couldn't understand the directions, and here I am waiting for the pharmacist to approve my order so I can get the heck out of there. 

So finally he got it through his head he ain't getting his drugs here and he limps off tail between his legs.  I figure the whole exchange cost me about 7 mins of my life, way to go dipshit.