I just got back from Walmart with my three prescriptions in my hand. This is no easy task these days, as my daughter found out when she tried to get them for me yesterday. They had her going around in so many circles that she said she was done and left and I couldn't blame her in the least.
I knew I had to go up there today because I had no medication left, and sort it out myself. Let's just say I hate going to Walmart or any other business in that vacinity because the traffic is horrendous and I've almost been run over a time or two up there. Also the hugeness of the store gives me anxiety attacks if I am alone.
So I put on my best middle-aged, slightly confused face and went to The Pharmacy To Get My Medication.
I told the young girl at the counter where you hand in the new Rx's what my problem was, and what happened to my daughter yesterday. She shook her head and did a few things with her computer behind the desk, and said I had 3 Rx's waiting for me. My middle-aged, slightly confused face serves me very well when dealing with Those Who Are In Authority, as well as Those Who Think They Are In Authority.
Everybody likes to feel they are better off in any way than you are if you are the one coming for advice, a favour, or in my case, to have my pill problem taken care of. Government loves the slightly-confused person and will go out of their way (as much as a Government person can go out of their way) to help you along.
People might laugh at me and my daughter thinks I am nuts. Her idea is Ma go get what you want, they are no better than you are and their job is to serve you, not the other way around.
But I still say you catch more flies with honey and it doesn't matter to me at all what way I use to get what I want, or need, as long as I accomplish my purpose. The middle-aged, slightly confused persona has got me through many problems and with a lot less aggravation.
This has nothing to do with weight-loss, but I thought I would include it anyway, as one of my "survival tactics"
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