So on Wednesday night I was feeling like total crap, but I was out of the good medicine. So I dragged myself off the couch, still in pajamas, and drove to the drug store. There it was, more of the TheraFlu Multi-Symptom Cold Thin Strips, and I was so happy I picked up two boxes. In my snotty state I also headed over to the papergoods aisle and got 3- count 'em- 3 boxes of tissues.
I lugged all that up to the counter (tissue boxes aren't as portable as one would think, they're sorta awkward), and started unloaded my loot. The woman at the register looked up at me and gestured toward the counter.
"May I interest you in a packet of tissues?"
I look down at the counter, and there in those little cardboard displays are some little generic pocket packs of tissues. Something I could go through in about a minute. I looked at her in disbelief, but she was looking at me waiting for a response. There was absolutely no hint of joking or anything on her face.
"No thanks, I think that 3 boxes ought to do it for now."
"Oh.... Well, alright." She said in a dreamy sort of way. And she started ringing up my stuff.
Seems like I'm not the ONLY one on cold medicine today.