The View From Kalamazoo

Today I stopped in at Walgreens because I was out of my Claritin-D generic and I have A) exceptionally cranky sinuses, and B) seasonal allergies. I take the stupid pills year-round, but this time of year brings me the most exquisite suffering so running out is A Major Issue.

I pick up two 15-tab boxes (one for me, one for Brian since he often takes them, too). [and I didn’t want to share MINE. MINE all MINE] and a $.99 Fiskars garden cultivator (which, I am sure you are relieved to know, has nothing to do with my sinuses). At the counter the second box wouldn’t scan. The clerk (gently) tried to dissuade me from that second box: “Do you really need two boxes?” “Well, we’ll have to do two transactions. It’ll take a little more time [looking at line forming behind me] – it that OK?”)

It’s early, I am dressed for the gym (in public!). I hadn’t one drop of coffee yet, and the guy behind me in line was sighing at me, pointedly, so I took the time to tensely graciously point out that I needed a box to keep at my workplace, and my husband needed a box to keep at his workplace, and therefore two boxes seemed the logical end. I had to run two transactions on my checkcard to get the damn things, and it’s a good thing I don’t pay a debit card per-transaction fee or someone would have been treated to a long Ciceronian oration projected with some force and volume..

It appears anyone with seasonal allergies or a cold will be, indirectly, accused of running a meth lab through the severe limiting of their ability to buy symptom-treating over-the-counter medication by Walgreens (and a number of other stores, but Walgreens is particularly fascist about it).

Amazing. Unbe-fucking-lievable. Next thing I know I’ll be hauled off for questioning due to my habit of buying the super-sized bottled of Tums. I’m sure someone can make something out of them…

[crossposted to my lj for maximum outrage effect]