We're changing Miss KT's medications, back to Ritalin, since she goes off our insurance in August and Ritalin is cheaper than Adderall. She has the prescription in her hand, and asks me what to do, because she needs it by tomorrow. Call the pharmacy and ask if they have that amount, and if not, find out when it will be available. Calls one pharmacy. Calls second pharmacy. Leaves the house. Calls me, all PO'd, because someone at the pharmacy heard Reglan instead of Ritalin, and they don't have it. I suggest she try another pharmacy. She calls back, more PO'd, because 411 gave her the wrong place. I suggest she call that place back and ask for the number of their branch down the street. She calls me back, wanting me to Google the phone number and text it to her. I do. She calls me back...they don't have enough. She's furious at wasting time and gas, it's SO HOT outside (about 80, and she has AC in the car), she has SO much homework, and I should just take care of this because she's busy. No. I suggest she go to the pharmacy we use, give them the prescription, and ask if they can give you enough to get you through until they get in the next shipment. But MOM, they won't do that, you don't know anything about it, whatever, bye. A simple little errand of dropping off a prescription has turned into a three-hour tour.