Oct 10, 2008 07:55
Sam had a rough night. He ran a fever, and wouldn't sleep more than about an hour at a time. This means, of course, that neither his mother nor father got any sleep at all.
The last dropper of medicine was administered, and I rushed out to procure more. I trudged in, found the item and brought it up front.
The college-age kid behind the counter asks, "So you having a good day so far?"
Yeah, dude. I'm in a Walgreen's at 4:30 in the morning, in my houseshoes, buying children's Tylenol. I'm having a great day.