The good news (I think) is that all I needed was a prescription for some antihistamine eye drops and they sent me on my way. But in the pharmacy, a dude about my dad's age pitched a fit.
Pharmacy technician: "I'm sorry, sir, but your prescription still isn't ready. If you'd like to wait, it should be about twenty more minutes."For what it's worth, I waited. And read the same copy of Parenting magazine (IT WAS ALL THEY HAD. DON'T JUDGE. But now I'm paranoid about kids I don't have yet choking someday and needing to know how to Heimlich a kindergartner and also keep them from watching too much Nickeloeon [NO SUCH THING]) that was there the last time I picked up prescriptions in December. I don't even want to think about how many people have thumbed through it during flu season.
Cranky fit pitcher: "No, I don't want to wait! I already waited! I left, and I came back!"
PT (getting uncomfortable): "I apologize sir, but we're very busy today? If you'd like I can give you a pager?"
CFP: "No! I don't want a pager! I don't want to wait around here. That's why I left, and came back, and it should be ready. Jesus Christ...fricka fracka...mumble...cuss..." (at this point he was stomping away and I was walking quickly so as not to get stuck in the entryway with him).
So I might not have had pinkeye going into that place, but I may very well have left with it.