I have my prescriptions mailed to me. Pulled an empty, torn, plastic prescription bag out of the mailbox and thought oh boy, where are my pills? looked up the road, and there they were, by my neighbors mailbox. The lid had come off, got run over and smashed, but the pills were mostly still in the bottle. Gathered the few that had fallen out, and thought how lucky I was to have found them. Took the ripped bag, smashed lid, and open pills to the post office. There I explained what had happened, only to be told that, that never could have happened! Oh.. ok.
Next I made an eye appointment, it's been 4 years, and I probably need new glasses. But.. the eye doctor tell me I have 20/20 vision with my glasses, don't really need new ones, charges me $140.00 and I still can't see!
Which brings us to yesterday, when I picked up the cake I ordered for my husbands birthday. His name is Paul, so why did the cake say Happy Birthday Bill?
The order was on the cake box and it did say Paul. And then there was my prescription bill. The company billed me $70.06. I wrote the check for $70.06 and sent it in. I get a letter telling me I overpaid $1.40 and in the future, I might only want to send in the amount requested. Umm, ok.
I can hardly wait to see what happens next!
