Just went to Target, where I purchased a new blender (I settled on a Black and Decker 5-speed), and on my way home I stopped by a crappy little grocery (Bi-Lo), to pick up some Immodium AD for a friend who has been, shall we say, under the weather.
For whatever reason, the cashier, when he got to me, decided to add some commentary when he scanned my meds:
“Boy, I sure could have use some of this this morning,” he said, as he held up my friend’s antidiarrheal medicine for the benefit of the cute 20-something behind me.
It was then that I remembered why I own no handguns.