'Way I'm feeling, don't think I won't use some of my aforementioned skills to get some juice to clear my nose. I actually dreamed I was at the drug store and the pharmacist was a slightly overweight black man in a police uniform admonishing me from behind the counter. I start hollering-up how "this crap over here doesn't work." He walks over, club in hand, and I'm about to be the victim of some social injustice. Then I wake up to a blistered tongue before I get beat down or get any PSE...(that's how you text it, by the way.)
I think the real injustice is that a nice, repectable suburban lady can't get the drugs she so needs in her time of desire. What, you say...Show my license?...Why would I ever volunteer that?...Do you think they keep some kind of database?...Of course I'm kidding...No, you're crazy!...Fine, I'm stupid, just give me what you have there...You know I'm good for it.
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2 comments:
Are you upset because they wouldn't give you any PSE or because they wouldn't give it to you for a dollar a bottle?
I don't get why they have to card people for pseudoephedrine. I mean, I do get it, but whatever! It's annoying that you can't just walk up, take if off the shelf, and buy it. Now you have to ask the ding-dang pharmacist to give it to you after presenting ID that you are indeed 18 years old or more.
You must be stuffed up. I will put positive thoughts out to the universe for your sinuses.
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