Now, I am here for you all day; all yours for 9 hours on a beautiful Saturday.
Your doctor mumbled a voice mail to me at 10am, I paged him.
He didn't call back, so I paged him again around 12pm.
He finally called back around 1pm and gave me the missing info, including your identity.
Your husband showed up 20 minutes later and was told that it would be ready in 20 minutes.
We had it ready in 15 minutes and paged your name in the store.
Where were you between 2pm and 6pm?
You knew we closed at 6pm, but your husband drove up at 6:05 and saw us there.
The sign was up, our lights were off, our drawers were gone...we were almost out.
We were nice, explaining that we were closed and asking your husband to call the 24 hour store 1.8 miles north.
Then you have the nerve to complain to management that we didn't re-open for you.
Why do I have to feel guilty because you couldn't show up in time?
When the pharmacy is closed, please fuck off!