Dear Mail-Order Pharmacy:
I placed a refill order from your Web site — which means, I shouldn’t have to point out, that you’ve filled this prescription at least once already — and paid for it with a Visa card, which means you’re not waiting on your money.
Did it occur to you that calling me on the phone half an hour after the order was placed to try to talk me into some cheaper drug was incredibly frakking stupid? It certainly occurred to me. “How I can save up to $500 a year,” my ass. I paid your absurd five-times-the-price-of-generic copay because this stuff works and there are no generics. Simple as that. Ninety days from now, I’ll be happily paying six times the price, just so I don’t get any more phone calls from you addlepated schmucks.
In the meantime, three words you should learn: “dispense as written.”