Scene: Duane Reade, Flatbush Avenue, Sunday afternoon.
Pharmacy Guy: Uma Marche?
Me: (bristling) Whatever.
Pharmacy Guy: So... they just came out with a generic for your, uh, medication. [Ed note: birth control]. And your insurance will only cover the generic.
Me: Oh. Well....
Pharmacy Guy: It's only ten dollars.
Me: Woo hoo! Where do I sign?
So now I have this Ortho Tri-Cyclen Faux (not its real name, sadly, I should work in marketing) that comes in a weird square package and is probably made of sugar and food coloring. But I'll be saving $240 a year!