Why America is rotting from the inside out

So this was not a good 24 hours.

Mom was going to see a sister for the weekend and I had a few days and happened upon a wicked-brilliant idea for a little sojourn (more on that if I ever do it).

But she had a problem with her blood pressure the night before and had to cancel. I was bummed out, but much more concerned about her. We went to the doctor today to check out her vitals and the wait there was beyond rude. Whilst there she began to get emotional and really began to emote a lot about missing dad.

Well, we came back home w/o seeing the doctor because it was just crazy there and she was starting to really melt down. My brother came over and after an hours or so she finally calmed down. We called in an Rx for her and I went to Wal-Mart to pick it up. I also did a little grocery shopping to stock up for the weekend I hadn't planned to be around for and to get mom some ice cream and such.

I get the Rx's at the pharmacy counter and stroke a check for it. Fine.

Then I took my several groceries to the front to check out and bzzzzzzt!!!! Check not accepted.

We try it again. Not accepted.

Head cashier tries. Not accepted.

They give me a printout w/ the number for Telecheck to call and see why they were declining it. So I call, give all my vitals at least twice because those people apparently only hire the hard of hearing. And then I wait.

And wait.

Silence.

Then they come back on and say it was declined, but they can't say why. When I explain I had just written one and it was fine, it didn't help.

I ask for a manager.

And wait.

And on comes a guy who is apparently at the pinnacle of his career. I have to repeat all my info to this guy and -- guess what?

And wait.

So then he comes back on and says that the check is "outside the parameters of Telecheck's approval guidelines" and goes on to cite a long list of possible reasons. But he can't tell me which specifically has caused this problem.

I tell him that it is dumb as hell to write a check at the pharmacy and then to be denied 10 minutes later at the front of the store. At this point the rocket scientist starts lecturing me on cursing and I know it is over. We start talking over each other and it is definitely over.

Apparently he is the president of the whole chain because he refused to give me any info as to who his supervisor is. Still I want to know why they won't approve the check. No answer. I ask for his supervisor and he won't budge.

Stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard, I tell him, you deny me approval but you can't cite why. He starts with the cursing lecture again and I again ask for his manager and he repeats that he is the floor leader or whatever it is his mother must be unfailingly proud of.

So I ask if he is either heard of hearing or simply retarded and that I want to talk to his boss at which point he hangs up.

Long story short, I left, sans groceries, called the Telecheck folks back and got an apology and a promise that my check should have not been denied and that people would be spoken to.

Hoorah.

And the moral of this story is? If the folks in the pharmacy won't check out everything in your basket too, then take it all to the front and do it all at once.

Becuase the fucking fucktards at Telecheck can't imagine whay anyone in their right mind would want to write two checks in the same store one right after the other.

But I know better than to shop at Wal Mart in the first place and for a long time I didn't. But you can damn sure bet I won't set foot in there again on my own accord.

I hate fucking retards like that! They're and insult to retarded people.

Oh, mom's OK by the way. And my trip is off indefinitely.