Shit, that panty hose was horrible.
Walgreen today--My Last Nerve. Line, 20 minutes projected wait, toddlers come screaming running around the corner, Popeye has a 'roid rage episode and goes to yell for the kids' parent--not knowing the mother is one of the pharmacists, and amusingly she's giving a dry commentary while Customer Fuckhead flips out. Dad takes the kids outside sharpish, but then two people decide their probably not-service-dogs have places in the pharmacy in the line, but the dogs don't respect each other's space the same way and go off barking and scrabbling for each other, including over other customers. The boor goes on about how dogs making a racket are just fine, but kids are horrible. People laugh nervously. He picks up a peanut he'd dropped on the floor and eats it. I go back to the counter and tell them (the truth) it's been half an hour please please let me go home.
Perhaps not ironically, I'm home waiting on a pharmacy--they haven't delivered my meds for Sunday yet.