Bitch session

One of the nice things about having a blog is that you can vent every now and then. It’s not that anybody necessarily cares, but the catharsis is satisfying. So here we go.

I just bought some Mucinex-D for my daughter at Kroger. Holy crap. Not only is the stuff kept behind the counter, but the yellow DEA form really pissed me off. It’s got Sudafed in it, and you know those clever druggie types can turn it into bad shit, man. Anyway, the feds now require all pharmacies to take information from ANYBODY who buys the stuff. Way over the top. I mean doesn’t the government have enough information about me already?

Next, I got a prescription refilled, and Kroger has this piece of technology that takes my signature, so that they — and the feds — can keep track of that, too. But this thing requires two signatures — one to acknowledge the purchase and the second to state whether I accepted or rejected counseling on the drug. Obviously, somebody got sued and lost, because some lawyer argued that the store “should” have offered counseling. Sheesh.

I have a friend with a 14-year old daughter who attends school in a snobbish, North Dallas community. The girl’s class assigns team projects for the students and the teacher chooses the teams. Last night, the parents of a girl in my friend’s daughter’s group called my friend to say that my friend’s daughter would not be allowed to work her daughter’s team, because they felt she was “catty, backstabbing and gossipy.” Complaining to the school will only make matters worse, but a lit sack of dog crap on the front porch might ease the pain. The fun thing here is that my friend’s daughter is going to grow up just fine, but the daughter of parents that would pull a stunt like that doesn’t stand a chance.

Bitch session ended. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Comments

  1. Very Nice Post. I love it. Have a Great day.

  2. I have the same opinion as yours on this. What you said is true.

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