Every month I have to get refills of one or another drug. There are two that we only get a 30 day supply of at a time, due to the high cost. They are both generic, but still costly. Mine is the one that has cost the most. Last year we spent almost $1500 on that one drug. It was supposed to keep me sane and it failed .......
Of course, looking on the bright side, it will be a big plus come tax time. My doctor had toyed with the idea of doubling my dosage, but, having no insurance, that would have doubled my cost. I vetoed that idea, not caring how good that would be for taxes. We added another generic drug that is on WalMart's list of 90 days for $10.
So, I had the necessary funds in hand for my monthly trek to WalMart. I am feeling so much better that I actually drove myself there and back with nary a twinge of panic. Even got a haircut. But, back to the title. I drove in and waited patiently at the crosswalk where pedestrians have the right of way. I always stop and let people cross .... always. You would think that a car stopped and people on foot crossing would alert the driver of the vehicle traveling in the opposite direction to at least slow down. Not really. Right after the other car flew by me, a young woman crossed. She was nicely dressed (and not just by WalMart standards). She was in business attire, heels and all. I was thinking she might be a vendor looking to acquire shelf space or a member of management from a much higher level than this little store is used to hosting.
My mind is always on, you know, just meandering along, wondering this and that and thinking how very lady-like her attire was ........... that is when when spit quite a large wad out the side of her mouth right before the doors whooshed open. Lady-like? I made a mental note of the spit landing, so as not to step in it when I entered, then parked the car.
I went to the window and handed the RX #'s to the one perched upon a stool. I had the numbers written very legibly, along with corresponding birth dates and the number of pills I required. I ALWAYS do this ...... always, and without fail, they have yet to get it right. It is always the same person perched on that stool with a look of extreme boredom plastered upon her face ....... always. Now, when I worked in the pharmacy in WalMart I remembered my customers and their particulars, especially those I saw monthly ......... and I did not perch upon a stool, but stood.
I left for my hair cutting appointment, figuring that would give them sufficient time to get my bag of drugs ready for pick-up. When I returned to pick-up window to find my two orders ready and she read out the total I was amazed. I made her open the bag so I could look at the bottle to make sure they had the right drug in it. It had dropped almost $100!! There was a long line of those waiting behind me, stony faced individuals totally unimpressed by the little happy dance I performed. I would have hugged someone, but I did not see anyone who looked approachable.
I am just wondering if there was a camera that caught me. Will I appear on The People Of Walmart? I wasn't even upset to see that they had filled only 30 of the one I had requested 90 of. Nothing can lift my mood like saving money!