To Whom It May Concern

Dear Life,
Why do I constantly find myself in the most unfortunate of situations?
Today I went to the pharmacy to fill and pick up a prescription for a 'situation' I found myself in.
I walked up to the counter nonchalantly with my mom and tried to play it off as if the prescription was hers. I had her do the talking while I strategically placed myself below the computer counter, as to not be seen by the pharmacist. Real mature, I know.
Round #1: Smooth transaction. Prescription was delivered. Success with hiding technique.
Round #2: Abort! Abort!!
It was here in round #2 where I found myself faced with a challenge:
A. There's no tall counter to disappear behind.
B. I'm going to have to claim the prescription that has my name on it.
C. She-man pharmacist from round #1 is nowhere in sight and now I must retrieve my prescription from a sturdy, decently good-looking, college-aged lad.
*In case you didn't catch it, that would be entitled the "unfortunate situation."*
So here I am trying to play it cool as my mom points and says she's picking up a prescription for me. Okay, I'm gonna have to fess up. That shizz is mine. But was the pointing at me really all that necessary? Really?
Holding the contents in his hand, this boy then goes on to say IF I HAD ANY QUESTIONS about the product. Are you kidding me? It says use on rectum twice a day. No I think I'm fine thanks. Needless to say, I grabbed my bag and skedaddled outta there knowing full well if he was checking out my butt it was for a whole 'nother reason.

Oy Vey! ,
J