by Debbie Farmer
I don’t want to brag, but I’ve always thought of myself as, well, a fairly educated person. I know how to set a thermostat, program a VCR and work a computer by myself. I can, for the most part, balance a checkbook, pump my own gas and make a mean eggplant casserole.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t figure out the local drug store’s