HOME *cough cough* SICK

"It's just sinuses," I said... clearly in denial. I am rarely sick, and usually I can nip a cold in the butt by downing large amounts (but not more than the daily recommended, of course) of Airbourne... if I take it just as I get that tingly sore throat. But the reality is, I am run down from busy days at work, activities at night and staying up too late and not getting enough rest.  I am coming down with a dreaded summer cold. Yep, denial.

Anyway, not able to convince either manager yesterday that I was going down like the Titanic as my voice fell like five octaves "You feel bad? Well, you look good." ..."Can't you just hang in another 3 hours?" Ugh... I manage to come home only  1/2 early. So when I woke up today sounding like Kathleen Turner x5... I called in sick.  After sleeping in, I got up and saw that I took my last Advil Cold and Sinus the night before... and I knew needed to go out into the world for "cold supplies." At the drug store they need to check your driver's license now before buying AC&S (something about ingredients and crystal meth). Unfortunately for the clerk, my license is a little bent from being in my pocket during a concert so you can't run the magnetic strip through. She had to (PAINSTAKINGLY) punch in the numbers and my address which took her FORever... so I thumbed through a magazine, Brad and Angelina had twins...

Clerk:  "I'm sorry, but I can't sell you this." 

Me: "Excuse me?"

Clerk: "Yeah, it's says I can't sell you this. So it's $4.23 for the cough-drops and tissues."

Me: (now in a state of panic, not unlike a crystal meth addict I imagine) "What?!! WHY!!!!"

Clerk: "That's what it says."

Me:....but.... but....

Clerk: (huge sigh) "Ok, I'll do it again."

'Has a crystal meth addict stolen my license number!?'  

I watched her as she SLOWLY looked down for every digit and character (one at a freaking time) and punched them in. I turned around and the line behind me was growing:

'Oh, God - I'm one of those people I hate to be behind in a line!'

She finally punched in the last number... 

Clerk: "Ok, that'll be $9.75"

Me: "Oh, thank *cough cough* God!....and , uh, you too" 

Back home to nap on the couch the rest of the day with all my supplies at arm's length. The upside: my lap cats were happy to have a third party to lie around with them all day.