Polvo's Law of Blah Blah Blah

Last night I learnt that when your wife tells you to go pick up a prescription from Walgreens, “the Walgreens next to blah blah blah” – that you should actually listen to the “blah blah blah” part so you don’t end up going to the wrong Walgreens and picking the slowest of the two drive through lanes, spend 40 minutes in the slowest LINE ON EARTH only to find out that you went to the wrong Walgreens and that it will take them another 30-40 minutes to transfer the prescription to this Walgreens “if you’d like to wait sir?” um. no thanks – but you decide instead to drive to the other (Correct) Walgreens and pick the lane that “appears” to be moving quicker – but happens to be the 2nd (farthest) lane from the pickup window and the lady doesn’t want to send the prescription (Tamiflu) through the tube-through-the-ceiling-delivery-system because the bottles are glass and could brake. So then you realize you should have worn shoes and some decent attire (even though that’s why you went to the drive through in the first place!) because she’s going to suggest that you get out of your car and walk up to the first drive through window and stand there in your socks while the car in “that lane” kinda wonders why your standing there squeezed between their car and the pick up window, with your butt in their window in socks, shorts, and a hooded Bronco sweatshirt - (see also: Unibomber). And you’re so mad after spending nearly 1.5 hours to pick up a prescription that you want to give someone a piece of your mind but you certainly can’t express frustration to your wife because, and rightfully so, she told your where to go in the first place - and then when she points this out you'll likely say "Blah blah blah".