The Scene: Last night, picking up a prescription for my Mom at a local pharmacy (HINT: It's in a store where people are known to wear their pajamas / thongs / mullets in public):
Snarky Cashier: Can I help you?
Me: Yes. I'm picking up a prescription for my Mother.
Snarky Cashier: NAME?
Me: Sophia Petrillo (her alias)
Snarky Cashier: DATE OF BIRTH?
Me: May second, nineteen thirty-one.
Snarky Cashier: HOLD ON...(walks to the rear of the pharmacy...returns two minutes later) IS THIS PRESCRIPTION FOR YOU?
Snarky Cashier: IS THIS PRESCRIPTION FOR YOU?! HAVE YOU EVER TAKEN THIS MEDICATION BEFORE?
Snarky Cashier: *rolling her eyes* YEAH. SERIOUSLY. IS THISSSS PRESCRIPTIONNNN FOR YOU??
Me: First of all, calm down and lower your voice. I'm not deaf! Second, WHAT PART OF "I'm here to pick up a prescription for my Mother who was born in NINETEEN THIRTY-ONE" didn't you understand?
Snarky Cashier: *insert dirty look* TEN DOLLARS.
Me: *insert death glare* You're welcome.
And I walked away, glaring silently and thinking, I hope that I'm reincarnated as toothpaste so I never have to see that b*tch again. Seriously.