Ms. Pharmacist

You know, I can see you back there, yack yack yacking with your colleague and having a good old gossip behind the stacks of pills, totally disregarding the queue that is piling up in front of the counter.

You know, because we just go to Boots because it's such a FUN and HAPPY and EXCITING PLACE, not, you know, because some of us might be ill, or in pain, or maybe even dying, or perhaps just waiting to get their anti-anxiety anti-depressants that make them not BLOW UP AND EXPLODE WITH FREAKING RAGE AND KICK YOUR ARSE INSTEAD OF JUST A DISPLAY COUNTER WITH ANGER if we don't take them regularly.

Just saying, like.