
The Clerk is singing along with the music, which is too loud. I am the only customer at this time of night in the national drugstore chain which shall remain unnamed and purposely, I hope, spells its name incorrectly, for what reason, I do not know.
Note: All right, fine. I am in Rite Aid.
I drop my armload of purchases on the counter.
Advil Liqui-Gels, Tums (extra strength berry fusion), Prilosec, Immodium AD, Pepto Bismol. Oh, and mascara, of course, so the reason for my late night pharmacy run isn't too obvious, if one is a moron.
The Clerk peruses the items and begins scanning. She smiles up at me, still grooving a little, yes.
So how you doing tonight, Hon'? She asks.
Really?
How am I doing?
Are you kidding me?
The mascara purchase really works!
Heck, yes!
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