Imagine if you will, that your ass is on fire. Not like you need a bucket of water, but more like you're super chaffed and need to find something to alleviate the pain. You can't find anything in your home that you would assume to be useful so you call up your friendly neighborhood pharmacist. Only, upon calling you hear an automated system that makes a perfect nagging parent. Because it talks at you. This place must be super packed 24/7 with the phone ringing off the hook for a pharmacy to need an automated system. That makes me concerned for the well being of the general public, and the zombie apocalypse might have started....or these people don't know how to use phones. I'm guessing that it's the second option. I called twice to ask for some advice. After pressing a bunch of buttons (I don't know which ones because I just pressed them all and hoped for the best) I got an actual person!!! I was super excited, but whoever picked up must not have been. :( I asked to be transferred to a pharmacist, only I got transferred to someone else in the store who's still getting their degree from Cracker Jack Box University. It's very prestigious, don't hate. Anyway, they again transferred me to someone who would pick up the phone, say nothing and hang up.