CVS’ing my morning

Expect Extra Annoyance

Dear CVS at 15th and K Streets:

I write you this morning with conviction and purpose, I write to you with energy and compassion, I write to you just to say, with love and passion: WHAT THE F~~K!!

Can you not have only one cashier during the morning rush, the slowest cashier ever, the one who you can watch the wheels in her mind turn as she makes change? Can you not have the pharmacist who detests my presence at his counter with goods to buy but sans a prescription? Can you waste more of my morning and make my shopping experience any more unpleasant? Best yet; film me from the start, like I need to be watched.

Wait, with this kinda service, you better watch me – I might just go postal the next time you screw over my morning.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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