1.5 conversations
I now present to you one and a half conversations. The first one happened this afternoon, when a crazy woman came into the store.
"I'm on psych meds," she said, after asking if she could speak to a doctor. "And I think they're affecting my son."
I'll let your brain try to wrap itself around that logic. Ready? Ok.
"I think they're doing something to his kidneys. Or his liver. You know how the liver has no grain? Muscles have a grain, but kidneys and livers, it's, like, porous? It's a filter? I'm not crazy. What can I buy for his liver and kidneys?"
Seriously, anyone who comes up to you, tells you that they're on psych meds that are doing shit to their children, and then proceeds to tell you that they're not crazy, is very likely to be batshit insane.
As for the one half conversation, let me just tell you how Eddie won a verbal battle last night, the topic of which I won't get into, when his response was "What signs?!? YOU SAT ON IT!!!"
"I'm on psych meds," she said, after asking if she could speak to a doctor. "And I think they're affecting my son."
I'll let your brain try to wrap itself around that logic. Ready? Ok.
"I think they're doing something to his kidneys. Or his liver. You know how the liver has no grain? Muscles have a grain, but kidneys and livers, it's, like, porous? It's a filter? I'm not crazy. What can I buy for his liver and kidneys?"
Seriously, anyone who comes up to you, tells you that they're on psych meds that are doing shit to their children, and then proceeds to tell you that they're not crazy, is very likely to be batshit insane.
As for the one half conversation, let me just tell you how Eddie won a verbal battle last night, the topic of which I won't get into, when his response was "What signs?!? YOU SAT ON IT!!!"