Down at the local dealers (Pharmacy) I was filling my scrip for a variety of chemicals that keep me bobbin' along.
There was a power out. So, it had the Mad Max feel.
The babe in front of me was dealin' for old dudes, allegedly. She kept lookin' round.
OK. So I should fess up not me. The old queen with the zimmer frame was sitin' and moanin' and showin' all the signs of disturbance! The babe collects the scrips and takes the ladee and the zimmer into the parkin lot. I hear the elder take root and raise up to say:-
I don't want to live in a home.Part of me dies!
The babe says:-
I don't think pharmacists have the power to do that!Amen sister! I say:-
It's only a matter of time!We go our ways and I hear that horn.
Down in the hole!
