B. It's the second letter. It comes after A.

These damn kids today.

Not you. If you're reading this and you're a damn kid, then I'm sure you're the bright, talented, knowing how to spell and alphabetize things exception.

But twice this week--Twice! In one week! And at two different stores!--I've gone to pick up an order at a store and had to wait ten minutes or more because they couldn't find it because whoever filed my stuff away couldn't alphabetize properly. This first happened at the comic shop when I went to pick up my subscription, and the poor kid at the counter spent about twenty minutes searching under the counter, in the back, and on the racks for my comics when he couldn't find any evidence that I even have a subscription. Finally, he found my comics in the subscription box under "G." I don't even know where they ended up finding my prescription at the pharmacy last night. I only know that every single person back there looked too young to be working a pharmacy counter. Don't you have to have some kind of advanced schooling to become a pharmacist?

I just hope those kids weren't the ones actually filling the prescriptions.