Just this past month, I was waiting in line at our local Rite Aid drug store. I had gone to pick up Vince’s perscription for him. They were busy as usually with several people dropping off, picking up, and waiting in line. I had to be somewhere myself but I have learned to expect the wait at Rite Aid.
While I was waiting an elderly lady came in to pick up her medicne. The very busy tech behind the counter who most definatley wasn’t enjoying her job, threw her bag of medication on the counter and rung her up. The bill was obviously more than the elderly lady thought it would be. She asked her why it was so much. Already disgusted with her, the cashier simply said, “Medicare doesn’t cover the new medication your Dr. percribed for your heart”. The elderly woman began to cry. She didn’t have enough money for her heart medication but obviously needed it.
I looked around. Everyone was, to put it plainly, pissed off. Here this lady was balling and crying, holding up the line and making their day just that much more miserable. I reached into my pocket for my cellphone to call Vince. I was hoping to reach him and ask him if I could pay for her medication. I rang his cell without any luck. Not knowing what to do but wanting to do something. I walked over to her and told her that Walmart has some kind of discount medication program. I suggested to the employee to call Walmart and see if they could help this poor soul. I also suggested that if they couldn’t, perhaps she could pick up the phone and call this woman’s doctor and explain the situtation. Maybe he could perscribe a different medication or give her free samples instead.
Everyone around me is still tapping their toes and sighing in disgust. I just wanted to scream “what is the matter with you people?”
Last night my dogs woke me up around 2:30 am to go out. I got up, reluctantly, and let them out. I turned on the outside light and went to the window to keep an eye on them. My two springers are easy to spot because they have white patches. My rotty, Rosabell, is all black and hard to see. Last weekend we purchased a flourescent orange collar that had reflective tape on it so that when she was out in the yard during night we could spot her.
I was standing in the window watching them and noticed off in the distance a vehicle coming down the road at a high rate of speed. He must have been going at least 80 miles per hour. I stood their watching as the car approached my property, swerved into my yard, hit Rosabell, took out my mailbox and kept on going. He never even slowed down. He never even hit the breaks or for that matter took his foot off the gas.
I ran out the door and ran to Rosabell. She wasn’t moving. I ran into the house screaming for Vince. My kids and husband ran outside. Vince said “she’s gone”. I broke down. My dog was hit by a car in her own yard!
Vince held me in his arms while I cried. We both asked each other the same question…”What is wrong with people? Who have we become?