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yeah so i’ve been a bit lax on the posts. frankly i’ve been bored, i’ve said it before, i’m sure i’ll say it again.

our diabetic cat, swirlie has been out of needles for a few days, and we’ve been going back and forth with the fine folks at the local rite aid, and our vet to get the prescription refilled. so it finally was, today.

so about 15 mins ago, i left the house to go drop 100 bucks on the cat and pick the shit up. the walk to the store was uneventful, though i did see a few parked POlice cars. not unusual.

get inside and start walking back to the pharmacy counter. i hear to local women (i guess)  talking very loudly:

woman 1: “yeah well it wundit nun of your fuckin business now was it–?”

woman 2: “you dunno what the fuck you’re taulking about”

1: “yeas i doo, it was my husband and that’s my brother, so it wundit nun of your business now marr (name?) wussit?”

2: “shut the fuck up–you’re drunk—again ”

1: “whut? whut? you stepping up to me? are you stepping fuking up to me?”

2:”shut the fuck up you stupid bitch”

i couldn’t see the action, but the pharmacy assistant was almost breaking her neck to peer over the desk/register to see what was going down. i was smiling like an idiot, b/c. well this sort of thing cracks me up. The phramacist was all apologetic. then someone in aisle 5 started yelling “WELL SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE POLICE?” at that point the pharmacist handed off the transaction to the assistant lady and went to go ask the ‘women’ to take it outside. ah bawlmer.

so i complete my transaction and sort of hurry outside, hoping to see a brawl. when i get there, there’s no one in the parking lot, but there is a paddy wagon down the street, with 3 people zip tied and sitting on the curb. people were out from all the houses sitting on their porches watching the perps get processed.

I dare say, that someday, i dunno when, we’ll be living in some snobby suburban enclave, and i’ll look over to  Jeb, my neigbor as he polishes, or more likely some hired person polishes his mercedes, and i’ll think “you know, i actually miss the excitement of overweight middle aged drunk women almost throwing down in the middle of the greeting card aisle of rite aid”. then i’ll take another sip of my martini, adjust the fake rock/outdoor speaker on the edge of the patio, which is gently pumping hootie and the blowfishes’ greatest hits, and go and flip the filet’s on the built in weber. the thought erased from my mind as quickly as it appeared. “honey, tell the captain to get down here and put the cover on the hot tub–it’s getting full of leaves”.