Just another day in the life today. Devlin has taken to loudly shouting at me in public, “I DON’T WANT TO HOLD YOUR RIGHT HAND. I MIGHT TOUCH YOUR SCARS!” I think in my zeal to convince him to be gentle with me (He usually body slams me upon sight which is endearing, but still) by showing him my scars, he has determined that the whole side is rotten. Oh, well. I suppose it’s progress. We waited in line today at Schnuck’s Pharmacy for far, far too long. Devlin asked the one cashier trying to assist the nine customer thick line one too many times what was taking so long. It’s cool when your children do your dirty work for you. The cashier raised her voice at Dev upon his third entreaty. I admonished her that, “My son isn’t trying to be rude. He has autism.” She grumbled something under her breath. I’m using Schnuck’s against my will because Express Scripts (my provider) and Walgreens parted ways by virtue of a contract dispute. There is no way Schnuck’s is going to win a loyal customer base with their service or attitude. Someone please start a new pharmacy near my house.
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