In an effort to extend the blogging week to Friday, I give you a new meme:
Michel posted a wonderful story today, likening the tension involved to the Cuban Missile Crisis, and it just happened to tie in with an event from my own life, so I thought I'd share. You are welcome to share your favorite story in the comments, or post a link to your blog, if the toot deserves its own post. (And really, there have been some truly epic occasions).
Yesterday, on the way home from work, I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I also needed some allergy meds for 18-year-old Boy, so I detoured down that aisle on the way to the pharmacy counter.
That makes this all HIS fault.
There was an older man down the same aisle, a few feet down from where I needed to be. As I approached I began to notice...that doesn't seem strong enough. There was a stench. My eyes literally began to water. I thought I should hold my breath, but that would mean taking in a big gulp of tainted air, so I made a grab at what turned out to be the correct box (24 Hour redi-tabs because the dork can't swallow pills), and made a run for the pharmacy counter. By this time, I was coughing. Coughing.
The poor woman at the pharmacy register said, in a whisper, "He's been doing that for and HOUR now."
Really, I wanted to post a video camera there, just to get the looks on everyone's faces as they neared the Cloud of Death.
Unfortunately, this reminds me of an incident in which I was more directly involved. But that's for next week.
C'mon, people. Share.
