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Okay, this will teach me a lesson about putting anything in my mouth when there's a customer in front of me, but still, how goofy can you get?
Okay, I have really bad problems with stomach acid. It's probably acid reflux, to be honest, but I just haven't bothered to see a doctor because it's easily taken care of with an occasional Zantac and, every couple of months, a round of Prilosec. Today it's bothering me more than usual because I ate a whole bunch of Picante Shrimp ramen noodles yesterday (godly but comes back to bite you).
A young "thug" man (you know, grill, sideways hat, one pants leg rolled up to his crotch) had come in to fill out a wedding form (ladies, never ever send your husband to fill out wedding forms, especially not if you have eleven bridesmaids). I gave him the form and a pen, and he sat back to fill it out. Since he was occupied, and I was feeling a burst of fiery pain in my throat, I dug an individually foil-wrapped Zantac out of my purse and was starting to pop it out.
Thug: *seeing the pill* "What the heck is that??"
Me: "Oh, it's just an acid pill."
Thug: "You're taking acid??"
Me: "Um...no-,"
Thug: "You said you were taking an acid pill!"
Me: "Yeah...stomach acid...you know, like heartburn?"
Thug: *scrabbling for form* "You know, I need to let my girl do this anyway, we'll have it back when it's done." *bolts down the stairs...with my pen, I might add*
Yeah, I already told my boss, and once he's done laughing, he'll let the main boss downstairs know that no, the obit clerk girl was not up here taking hits of LSD.
Though maybe it would make the day even more interesting than it's already been...
Okay, I have really bad problems with stomach acid. It's probably acid reflux, to be honest, but I just haven't bothered to see a doctor because it's easily taken care of with an occasional Zantac and, every couple of months, a round of Prilosec. Today it's bothering me more than usual because I ate a whole bunch of Picante Shrimp ramen noodles yesterday (godly but comes back to bite you).
A young "thug" man (you know, grill, sideways hat, one pants leg rolled up to his crotch) had come in to fill out a wedding form (ladies, never ever send your husband to fill out wedding forms, especially not if you have eleven bridesmaids). I gave him the form and a pen, and he sat back to fill it out. Since he was occupied, and I was feeling a burst of fiery pain in my throat, I dug an individually foil-wrapped Zantac out of my purse and was starting to pop it out.
Thug: *seeing the pill* "What the heck is that??"
Me: "Oh, it's just an acid pill."
Thug: "You're taking acid??"
Me: "Um...no-,"
Thug: "You said you were taking an acid pill!"
Me: "Yeah...stomach acid...you know, like heartburn?"
Thug: *scrabbling for form* "You know, I need to let my girl do this anyway, we'll have it back when it's done." *bolts down the stairs...with my pen, I might add*
Yeah, I already told my boss, and once he's done laughing, he'll let the main boss downstairs know that no, the obit clerk girl was not up here taking hits of LSD.
Though maybe it would make the day even more interesting than it's already been...
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