I woke up a bit congested this morning, so I took a “fed” of some kind – a sudafed, actifed, whatever. Seems to have worked. The “feds” usually do work well with me, if I catch the cold early enough…
Last year I came down with a cold and was out of “feds.” So I got dressed and headed out to Kroger’s. Wasn’t really feeling well, and certainly in no mood for to play “Stump the Dummy” with the pharmacist. So, I left home ‘prepared…’
When I got to the pharmacy counter, the pharmacist asked, “May I help you, Sir?” Instead of answering her, I just handed her the note I prepared:
“Please let Bobby buy some sudafed. He has a bad cold and is not feeling well. He is not a meth cooker; he flunked chemistry his freshman year of college, so he became a pilot.
His Dead Mom”
She wasn’t amused at first, (I was), but she filled my request. As she thought more about it, she began to see my perspective. A 10-year old girl can buy ‘the Morning After Pill,’ but a 64-year old man can’t buy lousy sudafed, without ‘a note from his Mom…’