tales from the drug store
I cannot possibly keep up with all your comments on the cover songs posts like I was going to - commenting on comments and such. But I am reading and downloading like crazy.
So, today. Two hours in the doctor's office. Two hours. Every single puberty-stricken girl in town (my daughter included) was in that waiting room with a sore throat. The whine level reached decibels previously unheard of.
When the doctor finally saw us, I asked him if there was a cure for teenage girls.
Sure, he said. He offered me some Excedrin. Funny guy.
Another half hour in the small, family-run drug store to wait for Natalie's prescription for Amoxicillin. Natalie cruises the aisles.
I hear her yelling for me from the first aisle. I get to where she's standing and she's staring wide-eyed at the vast array of condoms on display.
OH.MY.GOD! They come in sizes! And...and....mom, what's ribbed mean?
I say nothing, trying to push her out of the aisle and away from the two stock boys who are stifling laughter.
What's this, mom? She points to K-Y Jelly.
Umm..diaper rash cream. It's the first thing that came to mind.
So why is it with the condoms and stuff?
Your prescription is ready, let's go.
But what is this stuff? She's trying to read the box of K-Y as I pull it away from her.
The stock boy looks at me. He's just waiting to see what I am going to say.
Well, I say, it's ummm..
It's for jock itch. The stock boy says.
Oh, Natalie says. She turns red and walks towards the counter.
Stockboy whispers, you owe me.
Please note this is the same drug store in which I heard this conversation.
I may have to start going somewhere else.