Couldn't deal with the screaming man today

We set off again for our monthly odyssey to the drive-up window at Walgreens to pick up the monthly RX. Last month, as you recall, the man at the window yelled at us and if we were living in less politically correct times, I might liken him to Seinfeld's Soup Nazi and call him the RX Nazi, which maybe I will anyway. 

The point is the drive-up window was at least 10 cars deep. Given I had to Zoom home for a Zoom PT appointment, there was no way in hell. Last month, we were only behind one car and it took 30 minutes to get to the window, witnessing much shouting between car and window as we waited. This is not ordering fries and a vanilla shake, folks. This is drugs and poverty and Covid 19 and a world gone mad.

So we backed out and pulled up at the handicapped spot (yes, I have a hangie thingie) and called the pharmacy to see how long the line was. I thought I might send in TCF, who has less fear than I do, and a far better immune system.

"At least ten people deep," she said.

"Inside?" I said, cringing toward TCF.

"Yes, m'am."

"Really? Ten people inside?" I was trying to bend reality to fit my will. "Do you mean inside and not the drive up window?"

"Yes, m'am."

"Okay, thanks!" I said and reluctantly hung up, journey aborted.

It was a nice drive anyway. We tried not to talk about how insane a line ten deep is, especially after doing the math that didn't add up. We're tired of trying to understand why social distancing is old school, why at least half of the people coming and going weren't wearing masks, including an elderly lady being practically dragged out by the elbow by her elderly daughter. We tried to let go, remind us ourselves, even now, that it's the journey that counts. 

It was a nice drive anyway. 

We took the race car on the freeway and drove her at the speed of summer, just like the old days. Close to home, Culture Club's "Karma Chameleon" came on COOL 108 and that made it all worth while. Boy did that sound good. When TCF got out at Miracle Mile to mail the letters, I really cranked it. 

It had been ages.