i'd rather be a shover than a pusher because a pusher's a jerk
so i'm sitting here on the Sounder waiting to begin the journey southward from (n)Everett, and i'm watching my Berocca fizz in my water bottle. a gentleman walking by notices that there is a fizzy bright nuclear orange liquid in my water bottle and asks me if it's Berocca.
i am all "sure thing, sir!" and then he asks me if he can pay me two bucks for a tablet of it. mind you, he does this right in front of the train security officer, who fortunately i am on a first-name basis with...she's just very amused. he regales me with a tale of his hangover. berocca is aces when it comes to hangovers, but i find it helps me shake the general malaise when staying up late; as i will likely be up 'til noon, i'm up late.
i tell him that no, i won't sell him one, but he is welcome to have one for free. the security officer pipes up that "I see how it is...the first hit's free."
i am all "sure thing, sir!" and then he asks me if he can pay me two bucks for a tablet of it. mind you, he does this right in front of the train security officer, who fortunately i am on a first-name basis with...she's just very amused. he regales me with a tale of his hangover. berocca is aces when it comes to hangovers, but i find it helps me shake the general malaise when staying up late; as i will likely be up 'til noon, i'm up late.
i tell him that no, i won't sell him one, but he is welcome to have one for free. the security officer pipes up that "I see how it is...the first hit's free."