Need I say more? Why, yes. Yes, I do.
I had to stop by our friendly neighborhood Kroger to pick up two prescriptions I needed.
I stood at the sign indicating where patrons should wait until the party in front of you is finished with their transaction.
Finally, it was my turn.
As I approached the counter, so did a guy who might have died in 1974 and no one informed him yet. That, or he was due to be reincarnated as a parrot because that's how close he was to perching on my shoulder.
I kept giving the clerk the hairy eyeball and then moving my eyes to the right (where Mr. No Clue stood breathing down my neck).
She really wasn't getting the hint, so I raised my voice and said, "Boy, howdy! I'm glad my medicine came in. Now, maybe I won't have another occurrence of my herpes."
At that point, she seemed to "get it" and asked the dude to step back a bit.
The most absurd thing is that he only had a refill to drop off - which is a window around the corner from the pick up area.
There are TWO signs posted about patient privacy. One is about 4 feet from the counter. The other is directly ON the counter in front of the register.
Oh well, I got rid of my little shadow and all was right with the world. Until next time.....
Happy hump day, hooligans.