A tech interrupts me as I'm counting.
"The lady at the counseling window has a question," he says.
I step up to the window. What will it be, a question about what she can take for that tickle in her throat? A recommendation for a laxative? My thoughts on something Dr. Oz talked about on Oprah? I'm giddy for the real life drama that's about to unfold.
"I just dropped off a prescription a few minutes ago," she says. "I was wondering when it will be ready."
For those of you keeping score at home, I was interrupted in the process of counting her medication because she felt the need to find out exactly when it would be ready.
This kind of sums up my reaction: