Carol Kroll

Okay, crazy.

Wanna hear a story? So I go to Walgreens yesterday on my various journeys to places I didn’t want to go, to pick up my prescription, pay for it, but forget I need to take the pill with food, so I grab those items and get in another line. It’s a pretty long line. That’s fine. I’m a fairly patient person. Plus Im #3 in line, so it wasnt so bad.

HOWEVER.

It was starting to take TOO long. The person who was getting waited on, was full of special requests. Fine. We all have them sometimes. But this took the cake in my book. The lady (after having 3 million coupons that didnt work) was all finished, THEN she pipes up with:

“Can I please have 25 pennies added onto my debit card?”

To which the cashier was (appropriately) like, what?

The woman then launched into a lengthy explanation about how she needed 25 pennies to put into empty cans to keep her cats off the counter and adds “I’m sure you know ALL about that kind of business” to the poor cashier now frazzled because the line is now 30 people deep.

The woman GOES ON to give details about WHY she needs to keep her cats off the counter, not taking any hints whatsoever.

“Yesterday one of my cats got a burnt tail!”

And turns to the 30 people in line as if we are all listening or caring.

THEN when she’s finally finished with her “transactions”, and the man next in line is being waited on, she CONTINUES talking to the cashier about her damn cats!

Unbelievable.

Ok, Annie Wilkes. Now we’re ALL suspicious.