Today's nomination comes from an ever so refined woman in her sixties who advised another customer with diabetes to "Jeest drinka de shots de tehkeelaahhhhh, Poppy! You won't feelah nuting" when the nerve pain in his legs causes insomnia. Yeah, you know why that is? Because anyone with that condition who downs too much alcohol will be in a damn coma! Oh los mios, mama! It's a good thing I don't go to Happy Hour with that chick. I'd be under the table in less than five minutes.
Not to mention she has some other special talents too. Talents that six packs of toilet paper might be involved in. I especially enjoyed watching her down a whole bottle of magnesium citrate (a laxative) at the counter before paying too. Bottoms up! It looked really attractive running down her chin onto the front of her too low for a grandmother top too like she was entering some wet t-shirt contest. And if that didn't work there were a handful of suppositories sprinkled in her order as well. Sounds like a blast!
Oh, the places one has to experience on their journey through life. There are so many characters coming at you one right after the other and so little time to wonder what the hell went wrong that this is now a part your daily existence. Working in a pharmacy in white trashville is more entertaining than any great movie could ever be. I can't wait for the next performer to blow me away.
(The soundtrack I hear whenever I think back on them all.) http://youtu.be/QQfi0TRuKrQ
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