We are going to run to Target in a bit. God, I HATE their pharmacy. I filled 2 perscriptions yesterday over the phone. They said it was refillable and it would be ready for pick up after 2pm. I went there at 5 and they said I wasn't able to fill one of them until today. I got mad and said, it would be nice if they would of said that in the first place and then I wouldn't of come all the way out here to get my perscription. They don't care. I just hate that place. They can't ever understand what I am saying and I can't understand what they are saying due to lanuange barriers. They always ask for my name and I say Kelly Michaels. Michaels is the last name. Then they go look for the perscription and they say they can't find anything for Michael. I say, "It's KELLY. MICHAELS is the LAST name!" God, it's every time too. I am not exgarraging about that. Steve went and picked up his last week and they said the same thing. That's the first time he's gone to pick it up and I think he finally realized that I am not just complaining and exgarrating about my lovely target pharamacy experience. Anyways, I should just change places. Too bad it's convient because I think that's the only reason they keep their business. I can't be the only one who goes through this each time. I listen to the poor older people stand there and try to be polite to them. They should just be like me and GET TO THE POINT.
All right, I have too much time on my hands. Did I make my point though? Maybe I should hand out the buttons to the elderly to wear.
