Originally posted on February 13th, 2009.
I don’t know what the hell was going on today, but every single customer we had was a complete idiot. Is Friday the 13th really that much of an effect on people, or can these people really be this dumb?
Before I go into detail about today’s idiots, though, we had a contender for February’s King Idiot Award yesterday. He knew his script for his medication had run out of refills, so he brought in a new script. Unfortunately for him, this “new” script was just a photocopy of his old prescription, which we’re assuming he made prior to actually giving us the physical script. From what Supertech and BossRPh had to say, he was rather surprised that his photocopied prescription couldn’t be filled, even though the original script was written on that fancy paper that says “ILLEGAL” all over it when copied. And the kicker was that it wasn’t written out for anything good, even.
Today, we had a lot of idiots who probably can’t find their asses with both hands, a flashlight, and a road map. There were people who had insurance questions that we can’t answer.
There were people who knew they had insurance, but nothing more than that, and just expected us to magically their information from our asses. We had one guy who couldn’t figure out his son’s date of birth who suddenly just had to have a script for Percocet filled for the kid right now, even though the script was written a full 10 days earlier. We had another guy who came in, picked up 2 scripts totaling about $12, and told me “I have some change to get rid of.”
For anyone who has ever worked at a cash register before, you know what that sentence means. It’s a sentence that strikesfear into any cashier. This guy pulls out a handful of change from his pocket and plunks down a dollar or two worth of quarters, dimes, and nickels. While I’m counting what he’s just put on my counter, he proceeds to pull change out from another pocket. I have no idea how he managed to keep his pants up because this dude somehow had $11.50 in change.
Now, I generally don’t mind counting it out if people want to get rid of change. But for fuck’s sake, people, SORT THAT SHIT OUT!!
There’s nothing worse than having to start counting all over again because you’ve got a frigging Bag of Holding in your pants and have suddenly found an entire mint’s worth of more change, knocking around what I’ve already counted. All the while I’m getting the stinkeye from the woman who once gave herself 5 enemas who is there to pick up some sort of twat vaginal cream and just wants to get to the register so she can argue over the price again.
And just think, tomorrow I get to go in and do it again (for only 3 hours though).
Tonight, however, I’m taking a sleeping pill and going into a coma for 8 hours straight.
