I thought I'd tell you a funny story, here goes.
Our first house was in this area where our community was sort of cut off from the rest of the town. We had this little plaza with the usual corner store, pizza, bank and pharmacy. Well this pharmacy was fairly small and intimate(for me) and where you always ran into someone you knew.
One time I had to go in to get 2 prescriptions for myself. I handed the form in to get filled and I went to magazine rack to kill 10 minutes while these were being filled.
When they were done, the pharmist in a loud Indian accent said out loud, "Mr. Risky your prescriptions are ready. This cream is for your canker sores and this cream is for your hemorrhoids, don't mix them up."
There was stifled chuckles from the rest of the store(about half a dozen people) and me going three shades of red, from embarrassment and anger.
I left and went home and told my wife, she laughed.
I guess it was funny now, but I stopped going there after that.
Halloween today and the kid is pumped. He hasn't even had any candy yet. I hope the rain holds out because I do the rain walk and then the wife hands out candy. He is going as a dead person.
Nice!
I heard of these boys going as dead fairies, that doesn't seem quite right.
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