Freaking Wal-Mart!

I'm working on a couple of posts right now, because a lot has happened recently- I had a trip to England, Ramya took me karaokeing for her birthday, I went to San Diego, etc. But, since I've now been on the road for three weeks straight free time has been hard to come by. I intend to get caught up this weekend.

But do you know what's on my mind right now? The fact that I don't understand how I can take all my allergy medication, look at the bottle, see that it says "1 refill remaining," call the Wal-Mart pharmacy, punch in my phone number and prescription number, have the automated lady tell me everything is fine and my prescription will be ready at 6:00, drive across town, fight my way through the sea of Nascar t-shirts and poofy bangs that is Wal-Mart clientele, wait in line at the pharmacy counter, ask for my prescription, and then be told that I have no refills left. Sorry! Call your doctor and have them re-submit it. Why did the bottle say one refill left? Why didn't your fancy schmancy automated line tell me it was out?

Well that's fine, Wal-Mart. You know why? Because I had already decided that when this prescription ran out I was never coming to you again. You've hastened your own demise. You might fool shoppers the world over, but I'm on to you. I will call my doctor, but that prescription is going to Target! I will gladly suffer a stuffy nose for a few days to not give you another penny.

Oh yeah- Dad, I need more Zyrtec.