Good day my darling deviants! Did you miss me? Never mind, we all know you did!
I’ve been away a while, recovering myself from that pesky medical mess last month, and returning to the vim and vigor I’m so known for. I’ve been picking up some new skills, dabbling in liquer making again, perfecting a few old makeup skills, relearning several I’d forgotten.
But of course that’s not what prompted a blogpost from me! I’m sure any past readers know what brings my wit to page like nothing else!
Those who guessed rude people choosing the worst target possible? Very good, I’m proud of you.
Now gather round you delightful little devils, it’s story time.
Today saw your Lady out and about going to the different pharmacies in town that my various older relatives had medicine in. As the winter storm watch had come into effect this evening, no less than four relations required refills on various maintenance meds. Now I had plans to be in town anyways, so I graciously volunteered to pick things up for them in the very unlikely case we get more than a half inch of snow.
I should preface, I live in the northernmost southern state, snow isn’t mythological here, happens once or twice a winter usually. However schools close, businesses shut up, and the mayor declares a state of emergency if the meteorologists predict snow. People believe the frost giants and gods of old will be battling on their lawn, and half of them entirely forget how to operate their vehicles.
I wish I was kidding.
So I expected madness, I expected to be annoyed, but ultimately I decided I’d rather deal with the hassle myself than have my mother or aunt riled up before possibly being shut in for a few days. With me as their primary venting outlet. See the logic?
I decided to pick up a couple strips of false lashes while out and take the time this storm to give them a little try since it’s been more than a decade. Lash techniques have come along way, and a little extra drama in the look warns the peasantry not to get out of line.
Now I was dressed for the day, my grey pea coat, a Heather scarf and knit cap, long wool skirt and I have to admit illfitting turtleneck beneath a loose cardigan. Stockings and garter belt with a favorite lingerie set for a bit of confidence underneath, and sexy librarian cat eyed glasses. We mustn’t forget those.
I did a light makeup look, with white freckles across my cheeks and nose, flurry freckles to add a touch of whimsy, I barely had to bother with much else besides my signature eyeliner and a deep red lip.
As previously mentioned the pharmacies were all a study in madness. Harried people scurrying about gathering up this and that, as if the shops would be buried for weeks. I didn’t mind too much as it’s not terribly hassling to me.
What I took offense to was how some of my fellows chose to speak to the people working.
I simply cannot abide abuse of people simply trying to do their, oftentimes, thankless jobs.
The poor guy working the line at the pharmacy for example, the one guy not furiously trying to fill the orders. When I got into the queue there was at least 9 in front of me, and I was not the last in line.
Now I didn’t hear much before, but the creature directly in front of me seemed to think she was special. That she ought not stand in lines, and they should have her prescriptions ready.
Apparently through some psychic power as she had not authorized auto refills, had not called in any prescriptions, nor did she even have a refill on the medication in question.
But Lady Kat! How can you know that, you ask?
Because she shouted the entire conversation as if the young man across the counter was hard of hearing! He tried to explain that this isn’t how pharmacies work, they can’t just hand out Xanax like skittles after all, and if she’d please move over to drop off someone else could talk to her about the situation.
Here she made the mistake of shrieking obscenities at him.
Now some retail workers can take this behavior, and some cannot. Some handle such things with grace and some get management to help them. This young man looked utterly defeated, on the verge of tears.
And I’m sure you know who couldn’t hold her tongue any more.
A sharp “excuse me!” Over her wretched howling brought immediate silence to the proceedings. Followed by “you are aware they don’t have to serve you when you insist on acting like a toddler!”
The silly cow whirled about to snap at me, standing as I was just behind, one hand on my hip and the same unamused expression I wear when my niece attempts to tell me a fib. I’m not certain the woman’s body didn’t suffer whiplash when she abruptly stopped. You see her eyeline was about to my sternum. She had a ways up to look to see that aforementioned expression.
As she did look up, registering the supremely unimpressed mein, she seemed to deflate, this was not some meek little mouse she could threaten and intimidate. This was a cat far larger than herself, a housecat staring up at a tigress, and hiss all she liked there was no mistaking such insurmountable odds.
One half hearted glare and the sulky idiot went along to drop off, where the line was even longer. The young man was fairly scarlet after his latest encounter with the Karenasuarus Rex and I politely smiled and asked for the appropriate prescriptions for the relations I was picking up for. I wished him luck and an early break when I left and the remaining customers behind seemed to know how to properly behave in public.
I bought a different sort of lash adhesive than I’d tried back in the day, I’m rather excited to try it out. The chance to enjoy new looks is intoxicating
