I went to the pharmacy today to pick up a prescription, and the guy in front of me wanted to know if they had any Sudafed, the kind that's now kept behind lock and key. Not that weird. But then ...
I went next door to the grocery store. I got my soda, then got into line behind ... the same guy. Hmm. Coincidence. So we're waiting behind an old lady writing a check (always!) who had questions about every item on her receipt, and I notice there's a super annoying loud chick in the line next to us. Like, she's almost a parody of annoying people on their cell phones in line.
"Girl, I know! She told me that I had to give her the whole bag. She said it was for gas money! That's crazy! I told her to just take me back to my house 'cause that ho crazy."
Anyway, she stopped talking long enough to ask the cashier if he had any Sudafed. The guy went to look (yeah, I'm still waiting) and he said they were out. "How about Claritin D? You got any of that?" Again, no.
So the guy in front of me finally gets to the cashier, but he doesn't have anything on the conveyor.
"Do you guys have any Sudafed?"
A ha! Meth fiends!
I hate this town.
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you know, if you lived in a great condo there wouldn't be a basement or garage for lame people to make meth in...I have two locations in mind. I think you know what I'm sayin'...
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