Another small crack in the collective levee

The above title refers to my reaffirmed and aforementioned opinion that we are all just one potato chip away from a heart attack, one frat party away from alcohol poisoning, one head of FEMA away from a personal disaster.

And I will be collecting examples.

Here's one from my very own boring life.

My dad, who has a heart condition, had a hot dog for lunch today. It was on the menu -- IN THE HOSPITAL! What the fuck! Do they want you to get better, or do they want you to spend more money by staying put?

Part II: He got out and had new prescriptions to get. Why the hell don't they have a 24-7 pharmacy in hospitals?

Instead, we drive to a Walgreen's where the nurse phoned it in, but by the time we got there, the pharmacy was closed. No one bothered to tell the dumb asses behind the counter that they prescrpition was with the store manager (which we found out by phone afterward).

Instead, we drive a half hour out of our way to another Walgreen's to pick it up.