I stopped in at Walgreens after work to pick up some prescription. It had been a stressful day dealing with EB’s school (to be blogged about at a future date) and some stuff at work. We were planning on having some grilled chicken for dinner and the six pack in the beverage aisle beckoned me like the Siren's call. I quickly realized that I really
But I felt strange, even a bit trashy about buying beer at a pharmacy. I suppose visually, there’s just something not right about seeing a a six pack placed on Walgreens' antiseptic-white checkout counter. Or maybe it’s because it would give the pharmacist the impression that I’m the type that likes to wash down my meds with alcohol, not a premium brand at that.
I toyed with the idea of going to Kroger to pick up the beer, but my laziness won me over. I sighed, picked out the six pack and did my walk of shame to the checkout line. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a few teenage boys eyeing me with a small sneer. They were probably imagining me as a washed out middle-age lady that regularly mixes cheap beer with prescription med. Whatever, boys. At least I can enjoy a nice cold beer with my grilled chicken. You can just go home and drink your Kool-Aid. So in your face, little bastards. Look who’s sneering now?
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