First, whatever was in the cupcake has costed me:

1.  Sick day
2. $25 co-pay
3. A shot in the ass
4. $10 prescription
5. 7 days on steroids
6. Expected episodes of roid rage
7. A week on zyrtec
8. And a good cursing out to the pharmacist assistant on the corner of Redan and S. Indian Creek.

I pulled at the drive thru to pick up my script. I give the guy my name. He says,  how do you spell Tamara, Ms Thomas?  I spell it and he then ask, is that the first or the last name? (insert stupid look bc he just called me Ms Thomas). He says, it’s not ready yet. I ask how much longer bc when I dropped it off at 4:30, they said it would be ready at 6:00, it’s now 7:40. He
gives me this tired, annoying look and says not much longer as he closes the window. I want to snatch him from behind the counter and…  Today is not a good day for him to not like his job!