Published 2013-08-18 13:10:25
Updated 2013-08-18 17:20:31
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I've had this horrible cold-like disease for a couple of weeks. At the urging of a coworker, I finally took off work early and went to one of those pharmacy walk-in clinics. The nurse told me she thought it was allergies, but gave me antibiotics because my ear and throat showed signs of infection. I told her I'd just fill the prescription there. She sent the script over and went outside to wait for it to be filled.
After several minutes of browsing the internet on my phone, I noticed a woman walking in. Well, I didn't so much as notice her walking in, but noticed her when she got up to the pharmacy counter and started complaining about her issues. She told the pharmacist she needed a refill on her poison ivy medication and some other medication.
"Oh, and I'm also out of birth control pills," she mentioned.
The pharmacist asked her what her name is, her date of birth and who the prescribing doctor was.
"My name is... " she spelled out her full name, let's say it was Agnes Dread. "A-g-n-e-s D-r-e-a-d. I was born in 1977. I don't remember who the doctor was. I travel a lot for work and was out in the middle of Kansas."
About that time, an old man, probably in his 60s, came in and stood next to her. He was wearing cut-off sweat pants, flip-flops and a stained white button-up shirt. He took over the conversation for Agnes, no doubt knowing what a complete scatterbrain she is. Unfortunately, he sounded just as scatterbrained.
Eventually, the pharmacist told them they would have to either get a refill prescription from the doctor or maybe see the nurse in the walk-in clinic. Unfortunately, the pharmacist told her they wouldn't be able to help her with the birth control.
Agnes and her sugar daddy walked over to the kiosk to sign in to see the nurse. They couldn't figure out how to make it work, so the nurse came out and did it for them. After they were signed in, they went and sat down across from me in the waiting room. A family had come in for their prescheduled appointment with the nurse and she took them back into the examination room.
Agnes grew a little fidgety while her sugar daddy read the paper. I looked and saw neither was wearing a ring. Finally, she got up, went back to the examination room (with the family still in there) and asks how long it's going to take.
"I need a cigarette! Do I have time to smoke?" Agnes asked the nurse.
The nurse told her that if everyone came in for their appointments, it would be up to two hours before her appointment, so yes, she had time to smoke.
Agnes fished out a cigarette and headed for the exit, muttering about her birth control to the sugar daddy, "I guess it doesn't matter, but it does to me."
Once Agnes was safely smoking it up outside, the old man started pacing around the waiting room, unnecessarily brushing up against my foot and standing right next to me.
Luckily, they called my name about that time. I got up and paid for my pills and got the hell out of there before the sugar daddy tried to bend me over and give me some special loving.
On the way to my car, I passed Agnes, standing in a cloud of cigarette smoke.