I entered the store, walked to the fourth aisle intending to use it as the freeway to the pharmacy. Did you ever notice that in a drugstore these days the part which sells drugs occupies, oh, perhaps eight percent of the space? So I turned left into the aisle and what filled my eyes but this display:
Today is August 24, says so right here on my computer. Unless they have moved Halloween up from October 31 there is something very wrong going on here. That's my opinion and I am sticking to it.
It was finally my turn at the prescription check-out counter-- have you noticed that this spot is the busiest place in your town? Perhaps you live in a livelier venue. I state my name and expectation, oh, yeah and my birth date. Recently, though, they have cut some slack on this one. Try stating the month and day omitting the year. Works here. Not everyone in line necessarily needs to know I'm 83. (Like they couldn't tell by looking!)
You know the drill. Sign on the thingy for the medicine, then pay according to the method of your choice. I went to the screen to sign and saw this:
You can be B. Bunny or whoever you want to be!
Nice ride home.
Be blessed, I know I am.