We were in a hurry. My four-year-old was sick and we had just left the pediatrician's office down the road. Her script was to be ready since we were at the docs over an hour and it was called in a half hour before but it wasn't ready when we got there. THAT was no surprise because all pharmacies are like that--they never have it ready when they are supposed to. I am 8 months pregnant carrying a four-year-old that claims the two shots in her legs that the pediatrician just gave her have crippled her and she cannot walk and is crying out loud. We need ginger ale and pedialite. I ask the only associate that I find who calls someone to meet me. The very large man that came to help was rude. He simply says that they are out of ginger ale and the pedialite is in the baby aisle and began to walk away. I asked him to show me where it was. He walks us four aisles to the end or the row and says "down there" and was too lazy to even show us. He stunk like a cigarette that I must have interupted. I will never go back. The parking lot is a ghetto freak show. I was surprised by the whole experience and it is the worst of Sharon that I have ever seen.