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 Pharmacist’s’ Counter is located and 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, and 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!!!
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the fortune teller delivered grave news: “There’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year.”
Visibly shaken, the young woman stared back at the old woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her shaking hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. Her mind raced. A question forced it’s way out… she simply had to know.. She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, tried to steady her voice and asked,
“Will I be acquitted?”
Text message from the dog…
Have a great Friday.