*The other day I went over to a nearby CVS Pharmacy.* *When I got there, I went straight to the back of the store to where the Pharmacists’ Counter is located.* *I took out my little brown bottle along with a teaspoon and laid them both onto the counter.* *The pharmacist came over smiled and asked if he could help me.* *I said, "Yes! Could you please taste this for me?"* *Being I'm a senior citizen...I guess the Pharmacist just went along with me.* *He picked up the spoon and put a tiny bit of the liquid on his tongue and swilled it around.* *Then with a stomach-churning look on his face he spit it out on the floor and began coughing.* *When he finally was finished, I looked him right in the eye asked, “Now, does that taste sweet to you?"* *The pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled, “HELL NO!!!"* *So I said, "Oh thank God! That's a real relief! My doctor told me to get a pharmacist to test my urine for sugar!"* *Well, I can never go back to that CVS, but I really don't care though, because; they aren’t very friendly there anyway!!!*
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Sorry to hear that, Momala.... I don't have any good ideas for cleaning up Pepsi.....
Thought I had to post this after I got it from a school classmate (yes, there are still a few alive) today. She always sends the strangest items. LOL
Probably reflects her 45 years as a nurse, the last 10 as in charge of the OR.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Sadly my children come from a family with a nurse mom and a fireman/medic father. They live in a house with a constant odd sense of humor.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou