Tuesday Morning - 8:53 a.m.

Last night I staggered out to get some advil to aleve my aching, damaged brain. I went to the Walgreens here in bucolic Robbinsdale. Well let me tell you, if you have never been to this particular Walgreens you are really missing out on a treat. But I'll leave that for another day. My "favorite" cashier, Millie, wasn't working...instead some teenager in slowmo was running the checkout...so I am standing there with my generic advil and chocolate fudge sauce to put on my fat-free, no sugar added frozen yogurt in my freezer, HA!, and I happen to notice what the "lady" in front of me is buying...

Two boxes of douces (sp?)

Summer Eve Feminine Wash

Three things of the KY stuff

Condoms

I am so not even remotely lying!! OK...I just stared at the pile of stuff as she asked for a carton of cigarettes. WOW! WHAT? EWWW! She was a giant, like a head taller than me! Yes, I'm short but still! She was wearing a red leather jacket and had a really bad weave of braids that did not match her "real" hair color! And here's the best part...the dipstick behind the counter asked her if she wanted a bag! Can you imagne carrying that pile of stuff out to your car without a bag! HELLO! Apparently I am not the only person in town with brain damage!!