Yesterday, Sunday morning, I went to the pharmacy before work to fill my prescription. To be more specific, my birth control prescription. I walk in wearing my "Tree Hugger" tshirt, jeans, and my rope and canvas shoes. At the counter, standing next to me, was a woman who looked ultra-conservative. Like, you could tell that hers was the gigantic excursion out front with the Jesus fish on the back and "Yes on Prop8" bumper stickers. The sneer, the hairstyle, the gaudy cross around her neck said it all.
I'm running errands just before I need to hightail it to work, and to be honest, I was in a rush. Maybe I was shuffling around a lot and looking constantly for the pharmacist's attention, but something must have shown in my face, in my stance that I was in a rush, because the lady has the gall to remark to me: "What on earth could a young girl like you be in such a hurry to pick up?"
I looked over at her slightly confused that she would ask a stranger the question, but she had.
"Well, ma'am, just picking up birth control. You know how that goes, eh? Couldn't possibly see myself with a kid at this age! I've got enough issues in my life as is! The cost of these pills are going to add up though, gosh! I suppose I wouldn't have this problem if I was a lesbian, but I just love dick waaaaayy to much to even consider that!" (*checked my phone*) "Oh! Dave* called! Whelp, looks like I'm off to my next endeavor!" (*and i paid for my pills and left her gawping at the counter*)
In my head.
Instead, I simply gave her a confused look, and said, "oh, just my prescription" in my quiet, idontknowwhoyouareorwhyyouretalkingtome voice, and ignored her for the rest of the time i was at the counter.
-H
*disclaimer: I don't know a Dave.
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