Rite Aid: Sundries, Hay and Feed and Other Stories

Before I go into the complete and utter stupidity that was this weekend, I'd like to say a few things about grocery shopping at a drugstore.
First, I believe the local drugstore should be used solely for just picking up random items like "oh, I need some bandaids" or "i need a new lipliner." Why we even have carts is beyond me. Never, ever in my life, have I even THOUGHT about getting up on a Sunday morning, going to Rite Aid/Walgreens/CVS, grabbing a cart and going shopping for the week. And for some odd reason, if they also have a prescription to pick up, they wait 'til they have a cart-full of useless shit and wander over to my counter and do one of 3 annoying things: A)go to the pick up, put all the shit on my counter and THEN say "oh its okay that I ring this up here right?" or B)go up to the DROPOFF counter with NO REGISTER and put all your shit on my counter and ask to be rung up or C) ask me to ring you up for said useless shit when you are not picking up a prescription.
Go away.

I had a woman come up to me Saturday and flash me a new AARP medicare card and say: "Can you tell me what my insurance entails?" In the now-famous phrase often employed by my fellow angry sidekick Phrustered..."uh,...what?"
Apparently this woman had received a phone call/letter/death threat telling her that she should sign up for AARP medicare D. So, instead of further inquiring about the plan to AARP/coming to our store and picking up a handy dandy medicare D "guide to open enrollment" packet she signs up for this AARP medicare and DROPS HER UNIVERA COVERAGE WITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING ABOUT THE AARP PLAN. And then comes into her friendly pharmacy and is appalled that WE don't know anything about HER plan, and that blindly signing up for insurance and dropping your current coverage is not only a bad decision, it means you're fucking retarded.
Then Saturday night about, oh, 7:55pm a woman comes in and says her mother was just discharged from the hospital and the doctor had faxed over some prescriptions. Um, no. Her primary had faxed over 2 the previous day...only 2 of what should have been half a dozen new discharge meds. I explained this. The ones we had were lasix and Vitron-C. And then for the next 5 minutes she proceeded to ask such questions as "and there's no plavix?" no, just the lasix and the vitron. "and there's no coreg?" no, just the lasix and the vitron. "well what about the protonix?" no, just the lasix and the vitron. "are you sure?" at this point what I SHOULD have done was fly over the counter and beat her with my shoe. But I didn't. There's always next time.
Today I had a man tell me that he invented the Take-A-Penny-Leave-A-Penny tray. It was during his stint in California (you know, when it wasn't burning) and the local feed-bag joint had a pancake breakfast for $2.03. I'm sure you can see where this is going.
I had a woman call Actonel "carboninate." not even "actonel carboninate" or anything like that. I wonder where people learn such big words.

Those are all the fun tales I can think of at the moment. What a long two days.