Pharmacy Fever
You might say that I frequent the pharmacy down the street. You might even say that I frequently frequent it. I have my regular parking space there, and I know the pharmacists on a first-name basis. Those druggists are like my two favorite bartenders. And I don’t drink. “Hi Joan. Hello, Ralph.” “Hello Kristyn. The usual?” “Yep. But make it a double this time.” “A double wammy. You got it.” They start loading my bag up with meds. And I mean M-E-D-S. Remember that I have a family of nine which includes two diabetics (their stuff alone takes up half … Continue reading