It was Calum who first pointed out that I was abrasive.

Surprisingly, at the time, I was quite shocked at this revelation. I am no longer.

Dear Calum,

How are you? I miss you. I've been sick all week with strep throat. I've always wondered: would being delirious make me more or less abrasive?

Yesterday, I dropped my prescription off at Lawtons. I've always found it so sketch there, but its in the same building as my doctor's, so I figured why not. Apparently, it would take 20 minutes. That's fine.

So I sat on a square of faux leather, feavered and delirious, and waited, and waited. It had now been 20 minutes. An older lady approched the counter in front of me. She was so mini and had a little cane and could barely walk. A fat pharmacist lumbered over to the counter:

Oh, Ms. ____, its you. Well I can't go over this right now, she huffed while gesturing at the prescription.
Insert fat lady huff x3.
Well you did call twice already. Fine. I'll look. Huff. No. Huff. I can't do this right now. Come back this afternoon.
And then the fat fuck pharmacist walked behind the counter and popped a chocolate in her mouth.

The little mini lady meekly left. I couldn't believe it. I was so fucking mad!

So then the man pharmacist came over asked my name; apparently my prescription would be awhile longer.

Ok.

And then I realized: NO. It was not ok.

I walked in front of the cough medicine shelf where the pharmacists were standing behind and said:

-Actually, I'd like my prescription back.
-It'll only be a few more minutes.
-No. I didn't like how she (pointing) treated that lady. That was rude. I can't believe you treat older customers like that. Show. Some. Respect. Quite frankly, that was so rude, I was disgusted. I'm taking this to Shoppers.

The man pharmacist looked at me, nodding, saying ok...ok...ok. He looked like he was afraid I was going to stick up the place or something. Or kill him.

I left, proud to have gotten my point accross without the word/s bitch/cunt/cock/fucker.

Calum, can I be considered a martyr if I'm this abrasive? Probably not.

Talk to you soon,
JMAN