Wait, what?
So last night at work, around 11:30 while I'm starting to get ready to close stuff down this girl walks in and asks to use the phone book. Apparently her parents kicked her out of the house (lame) and she was trying to find someone's number. Unfortunately, because people keep stealing it, we don't have a white pages, and since it was 11:30 on a sunday night, nowhere else was open. She stayed around for a little while longer asking people if she could use their phones to 411 it, etc etc. In between I was trying to talk to her since she was obviously stressed out and pretty much what you would expect from someone who just got kicked out of their home. Eventually she decided to head over to Patrick's (bar just down the street) to see if they could help her out, and as she left she said she wanted to shake my hand to thank me for what help I was able to offer.
So as she leaves I look in my hand and hey look, she passed me a pill. "What" would be an accurate representation of my thoughts. I took it home out of curiosity, did a little searching. I think she had mentioned Xanax earlier (she got a cup of water so she could take something), so I looked that up and it looked similar, but some of the markings were different. I ended up throwing it away before I headed to sleep.
So as she leaves I look in my hand and hey look, she passed me a pill. "What" would be an accurate representation of my thoughts. I took it home out of curiosity, did a little searching. I think she had mentioned Xanax earlier (she got a cup of water so she could take something), so I looked that up and it looked similar, but some of the markings were different. I ended up throwing it away before I headed to sleep.