leyrae

I have developed one HELL of a Urinary Tract Infection. Im constantly in the bathroom to piss just a teaspoon, and there are bears clawing at my bladder.

I went to Walgreens to buy some Uristat, and when I got to the isle it was ALL OUT. I asked the lady if she had any in the back, and she said they didnt. Of course they didnt, they never have anything if it means they have to move their ass and do something so insanely challenging as to GO AND EFFING LOOK! So she sent me to search by the Trojans and if seeing the cartoon silhouettes of two heteros about to engage in mating didnt make me wanna hurl, I had kids jumping around behind me (yes I think man/woman sex is gross, and you can go and think girl/girl sex is gross, I really couldnt give a shit).

Even though I didnt find the Uristat, I wasnt about to give up. I came back to the aisle just to humor myself, and stuck my hand up on the shelf where it seemed there was nothing. What the Hell do you know, I felt a box! I picked it up and I swear, all the lights in the store went off, a huge spotlight appeared from the ceiling and shifted to focus on me. The speakers began to blare a heavenly tune and all the customers gathered around me as I thrust my arms out into the air and screamed I found it! Lord all mighty I have found the Uristat. The customers began clapping as they relished in my joy, hoping for a tiny sprinkle of my luck to rub off on them. Then, they parted like the red sea as I floated towards the checkout.

Ok, so it wasnt like that. But I DID have to tell that lazy clerk how lucky I was in finding the last box of Uristat. I wasnt going to let her think that her laziness had spited me.

I do everything I can to help my clients. What the Hell ever happened to customer service?