In and Out...Tales of the Pharmacy.

Today seemed like a totally normal day. I woke up after about 2-3 hours of sleep, stubbed my toe on the floor on the way to the bathroom, took a shower without passing out from not getting enough sleep, then got ready to head to the pharmacy. The pharmacy is like 5 minutes away from my house so I thought I be able to get in and get my daughter's antibiotics and leave, end of story, but no, as usual something weird always happens to me. It's as if God thinks that these weird abstract little events that happen to me is a funny little practical joke. I'm not laughing. I thought it was funny that time my Grandma through Holy water on me. I was a good sport back then. I even screamed, "It burns", when she did it, but alas it all came back to bite me in my ass.

So I walked into the pharmacy, turned in my daughter's prescription, and was told it would take 15-20 minutes to get my daughter's medicine. That's not long, I thought to myself. I was wrong, very very very wrong. That was enough time for me to have TWO weird and awkward occurrences. Since it was only 15-20 minutes, I thought it would be nice to browse around the store and try to look for some things I may need or not really need. Given that, I don't necessarily live in the best neighborhood, I really didn't have any real big concerns. I figured if anything would go wrong, I could always get by with throwing a can of beets at a person or throwing a twenty dollar bill in one direction and run the other way. Besides, no one really talks to one another in my neighborhood unless 1. they want to rob you or 2. they want some money. So I thought....

I decided to go down the "Easter" aisle since it is almost about that time, like 2 months before Easter. I was just looking around, minding my own business, and all the sudden some little girl starts talking to me. Well, she wasn't that little, she was like in her preteens. She was also scanning the Easter aisle along with me, then she starts talking to me. I like kids, after all I have two girls of my own. She starts talking to me about toys. She then starts asking me to pick one out for her because she can't choose her own toys. I was shocked because my kids never ask me to pick out their toys because if they did, there would be tons of educational toys in our house, instead of all these toys they get tired of for like a day and lose under the couch and bed. Besides, it would probably end the fighting of toys between my kids. Who wants to fight over a learning book? I just thought it was weird for a preteen to talk to someone she doesn't know is all. When I was that age, I would just stick to my own little awkward Annie Broadway looking self. I would never dare to talk to another person older than me, especially a lady with scratches on her face from her little 3 year old daughter attacking her for making her take pain medicine for her ear infection. The girl then asked me to pull out some rubber spider from a box of rubber insects. Her reasoning for this? She was scared and creeped out from the fly so she decided she wanted to get the more scarier looking spider. I don't get the logic in it? Where is her Mother? Is all I could think. Then, I heard, "HURRY UP AND PICK OUT A TOY! WE NEED TO GO!?" from the register. I couldn't see the Mother, but I could hear her screaming at her overly friendly daughter. "BUT MOM, I WANT TO PICK OUT A TOY!" she said as she ran to the end of the aisle to explain to her Mother. After that, she went back to the box of insects, told me, "This one is busted", and put her hand into the box to try to grab another rubber spider, even though a couple of minutes ago she told me she was "TOO SCARED" to touch the fake rubber fly. Hmmm... Why must God play these little jokes on me? Don't worry, it gets even better.

After scanning the Easter aisle, I decided to take a trip down the toy aisle. I was just minding my own business, then suddenly some other lady was in the aisle also browsing. I was like, whatever, my day couldn't get any stranger, again I was wrong. She then starts talking to me. First she's talking about her kids and I start conversating a little bit with her because I can related, after all, I do have two daughters myself. So then she starts bringing up how she wants to adopt and how it's hard being a single mother, and starts to cry all the sudden. I am already socially awkard as it is, and this did not help my situation. I didn't know what to do. I am clueless to pharmacy breakdowns. I felt sorry for her, but I don't even know how to deal with my own feelings as it is. Why can't everyone learn to bottle their feelings until they're ready to explode? WHY? After she stopped crying, she then said, "I'm sorry for talking your ear off so, I'll let you go". And it ended like that. I bet God was laughing his ass off. I'm going to need Xanex just to get used to people again. My social awkwardness just skyrocketed up.

After that, I went and got 4 laffy taffy candybars and 2 Snickers ice cream bars. What the hell, it couldn't get any worse than today, I could always get fat so that people would fine me socially disturbing to talk to. I got my daughters medicine, and left the pharmacy. So much for in and out, I thought. I came home and told my Husband my story. He then said, "Why do weird things always happen to you?" I tried to keep in my tears from laughing.

Just because you have spiked hair, doesn't mean your sharp

One day I was walking in school and all of the sudden, I spot two dudes with the same spiky, Sonic the Hedgehog up do. I have lived in California, where hair products are actually used by men, but so is lipstick and mascara in some cases. I think it's cool that men gel and style their hair now. I'm usually all for men keeping up with their appearances, but I don't know if it was the way they did their hair that set me off, but it annoyed me a tad bit. Ever since "Jersey Shore" came out, I've realized that some of the guys out here have also copied the walking STD style. By word of mouth, I have also heard that the men in the club are also starting to dress and do their hair like their Jersey Shore idols. Hmmm...If a single woman out there has to look for a guy while putting up with spiky hairstyles and overly confident men, then I feel sorry for her. She might as well put in a hair bump and get poppin' at the club.