Prior to hunkering down for the night, I ran to Walgreens for my monthly refills of dope. Better living through pharmacology, ya know! Standing in line for the pharmacy turned into a damned episode of the Twilight Zone! What motivates people to stand right fucking next to you, when there is another approximate 46.7 sq. ft. of available space in which they can stand? Seriously?! This bitch behind me was SO up my ass, I thought she was about to perform a pap smear (sans stirrups). Then, there's the fact that EVERYONE was hacking, horking, snotting, and wheezing like they had tubercu-fucking-losis! I shit you not! Maybe it was SARS! Swine flu? Hell, I dunno!
*JEEBUS...just gimme my crack and get me the hell outta here!*
(My eye was twitchin' and e'rthang!) I text the hubby to express my anxiety over my imminent infectious disease. Once he finished
As I stand uncomfortably close in the line, trying to avoid becoming part of the Human Centipede, I look over to one of the shelves and notice some obscure beauty products. And what do I see?????
Yes, that says "PLACENTA" Hair Conditioner! I mean, really. "Gee baby, your hair smells terrific. Is that eau de cervix you're wearing?" For fuck's sake!
I snapped the pic, while all of the infected folks looked at me like I was the one with some strange affliction. I then paid for my stuff and got the hell out of there!