Evelyn Felix Gets a Prescription Filled

It isn’t a complicated task. Evelyn just hasn’t done it before, which is… a good thing, probably. She is twenty-seven, an adult (apparently), so with her grocery list and prescription in hand, she enters the store.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg?
• Ham
• Ramen

Agh!

This should be an easy, boring errand! But Evelyn is already fucking it up by nicking her finger while reaching for a grocery cart.

“Ugh, I’ll just carry the stuff. Whatever.”

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg?
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids

At the pharmacy, she waits while a handsome man finishes paying for his antidepressant script. He looks so cool as he tucks the pill bottle in his jacket. Evelyn offers him an “aren’t we all” sort of shrug, and he gives a half-smile before quickly looking down and walking away.

She confidently hands over her script, but the confidence is short-lived as she is directed to the proper drop-off area. The pharmacist may as well be holding her hand as she follows on her own side of the counter.

“Have you had this medication before?” the pharmacist asks once they've reached their destination.

“No, and I haven’t ordered a prescription here before. Like, my parents have. They did for me, I think. But not for this—” The pharmacist cuts her off to ask for the spelling of her name, and at least Evelyn, Evelyn Felix, is confident with that answer.

“Please give me twenty minutes to get it ready.”

Apparently, pharmacies don’t hand over medication the second you ask for it, which makes sense now that she thinks about it. Evelyn wonders what the pharmacist does in those twenty minutes.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg?
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids
• pick up script

She is really itchy. Why did she put off going to the walk-in for so long? She was scared, probably (the internet did diagnose her with cancer), but she is choosing to pretend she is just aloof and carefree in her adulthood.

She goes to compare prices of pudding packets, but decides to treat herself to the ready-to-go cups instead. She seriously contemplates opening one right now, but it would be classless to suck it out like a vacuum since there are no spoons in sight.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg?
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids
• pick up script

The person working at the deli refuses to turn around, even with Evelyn politely clearing her throat. It isn't until she does it one too many times and enters a full-on coughing fit that the person finally acknowledges her.

“Ugh, can I get some h-ham?”

They slice the ham far too thin, which Evelyn will not point out, so it takes a ridiculous amount of time to reach her desired 200g.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg?
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids
• pick up script

Wandering the international food aisle to find her dinner for tonight, she grabs some nifty-looking snacks. They’re not on the list, and it's hard to juggle everything, but she deserves them. Plus, her finger bled a little on what she touched while browsing. She finds a 5-pack of ramen with some greens garnishing the bowl on the packaging.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg? ✓
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids
• pick up script

At self-checkout, a pleasant robot voice tells her to hurry the fuck up as she fumbles for the receipt and fills a 25-cent bag. She goes back past the waiting line of customers to yet another line at the pharmacy.

“Oh shit, band-aids. Do you have some?” Evelyn asks the pharmacist once she reaches the front.

“Yes, just behind you. You can pay here with your prescription," she says.

Evelyn turns and rams directly into a lady standing behind her. The lady moves slightly out of the way to let her grab the band-aids and then cozies up to Evelyn once more as if there is a crazy line of people struggling to fit behind them.

There is nobody behind them.

The lady is basically inside her as Evelyn quietly outlines her frequent peeing grievances to the pharmacist.

"Sorry, can you repeat that, Miss Felix?"

Evelyn's aloof demeanor crumbles.

“Can you back the fuck up, please?”

The lady moves painfully slowly. At least she looks apologetic, even if she doesn’t say it. Whatever, she moves away, which means Evelyn can now ask questions about how often is too often for peeing, in peace.

The lady is nowhere to be seen by the time Evelyn has paid for what her health insurance has decided is not their problem. Receipts held out like some FBI badge, she walks straight through the self-checkout area toward the doors.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg? ✓
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids
• pick up script

Oof!

Unsurprisingly, the no-personal-space lady has rammed into her while coming in the exit door that Evelyn is using correctly.

“Oh, I'm so sorr—” the lady cuts herself off as she looks up. “Oh, it’s you.”

The nerve of this lady to offer a half-assed apology, only to stop once she realizes it's Evelyn she's wrapped herself around like a car hitting a tree.

“I don’t like you,” Evelyn says.

The lady's eyes go wide.

“You don’t even know me…”

“I know you need to learn what a personal bubble is!” Evelyn swings her arms in a circle while bending at the hips to make the dimensions especially wide for emphasis.

“I’m sorry," the lady says. "I was just nervous about my meds— I wasn’t thinking, then you got mad. And now I’ve left without them so...”

"Please stay out of my way,” Evelyn smirks. She hitches her purse up one arm, cradles her grocery bag with the other, and walks home with her head held high.

• Fill prescription
• Pudding
• Veg? ✓
• Ham
• Ramen
• Band-aids———
• pick up script————