Or did I hallucinate the whole thing?
I made the mistake of not stocking up on cold supplies when I went to the store on Monday. I was just barely feelin' sick and still thought it was allergies. So tonight I figured I'd venture out of the house to replenish my Sudafed supplies and a thought occured to me--Why don't you go to Albertson's? It's closer than Gay Ralphs and all you need is a few items.
Albertson's is on University just up the street from PECs (where I bartend) and right across the street from a bathhouse--or theater but I think it's a bathhouse. I've never actually been inside (the idea of being in a sex club three blocks from my place of work and 6 blocks from where I live has never really attracted me--big surprise, yes). Anyhow, I decided to give A's a try because all I needed was the sweet relief of Sudafed Cough and Cold and a few boxes of Kleenex.
If you haven't been to San Diego there's a line near my place that splits Hillcrest and North Park. It also sort of splits us every day folks from an area that's sort of like the underground portions of the city in The Running Man. Ok, it's not that bad--it's just a little sketchy and it's on the other side of this line that PECs and A's and the bathhouse live so when I roll up to Albertson's it doesn't surprise me that there's an old guy in a big yellow 70s cadillac getting a hand job by a stocky Hispanic dude with sunglasses on in the parking lot--ok, this does surprise me a little bit, gotta admit that.
I get inside after saying no thank you to a petition for nurses (they have job security-F them) and an offer for a 10 Dollar A's gift card. I choose orange Sudafed because it hits more of the bases than light blue but isn't as hard core as red. Besides, I like gel caps.
I go to get in line and the speed line is stacked with about 15 people waiting. The regular line has three people. I get behind the Fem Puerto Rican kid and stand with my two boxes of ultra soft Kleenex (two for three bucks) and my Sudafed. Before I know it two PR Trannies get in line with the kid. It seems the three of them are about to make the purchase of two boxes of green tic tacs before heading out to work the streets (me thinks). They've also each picked up a copy of The Reader (local weekly) I presume to give them something to peruse between Johns. The one gal has enough pancake make-up on her face to make Dave White hungry for Sundays and the other has the most severe case of chestne (that's chest acne) that I've ever seen on someone with a halter top. They're pooling money for tic tacs and the part of me that's bugged by being cut in front of is now very much entertained. The pancake gal should have picked up a bic razor because she's starting to grow back her back fur. Anyhow, they begin speaking in Spanish and I can only make out a few words as they look over the US Weekly with Jessica Simpson on the cover. Before I can join in with them about how I think she cheated on Nick with Johnny Knoxville a checker invites me over to a newly opened register which is a nice Karma spark as the trannies get left behind and actually end up in line behind me as an elderly woman has been rustling through her purse for a dollar as it's the amount she owes after using up all of her food stamps on the original line we were all waiting in.
I'm never shopping at Gay Ralphs again. Albertson's just as so much more to offer.
Albertson's is on University just up the street from PECs (where I bartend) and right across the street from a bathhouse--or theater but I think it's a bathhouse. I've never actually been inside (the idea of being in a sex club three blocks from my place of work and 6 blocks from where I live has never really attracted me--big surprise, yes). Anyhow, I decided to give A's a try because all I needed was the sweet relief of Sudafed Cough and Cold and a few boxes of Kleenex.
If you haven't been to San Diego there's a line near my place that splits Hillcrest and North Park. It also sort of splits us every day folks from an area that's sort of like the underground portions of the city in The Running Man. Ok, it's not that bad--it's just a little sketchy and it's on the other side of this line that PECs and A's and the bathhouse live so when I roll up to Albertson's it doesn't surprise me that there's an old guy in a big yellow 70s cadillac getting a hand job by a stocky Hispanic dude with sunglasses on in the parking lot--ok, this does surprise me a little bit, gotta admit that.
I get inside after saying no thank you to a petition for nurses (they have job security-F them) and an offer for a 10 Dollar A's gift card. I choose orange Sudafed because it hits more of the bases than light blue but isn't as hard core as red. Besides, I like gel caps.
I go to get in line and the speed line is stacked with about 15 people waiting. The regular line has three people. I get behind the Fem Puerto Rican kid and stand with my two boxes of ultra soft Kleenex (two for three bucks) and my Sudafed. Before I know it two PR Trannies get in line with the kid. It seems the three of them are about to make the purchase of two boxes of green tic tacs before heading out to work the streets (me thinks). They've also each picked up a copy of The Reader (local weekly) I presume to give them something to peruse between Johns. The one gal has enough pancake make-up on her face to make Dave White hungry for Sundays and the other has the most severe case of chestne (that's chest acne) that I've ever seen on someone with a halter top. They're pooling money for tic tacs and the part of me that's bugged by being cut in front of is now very much entertained. The pancake gal should have picked up a bic razor because she's starting to grow back her back fur. Anyhow, they begin speaking in Spanish and I can only make out a few words as they look over the US Weekly with Jessica Simpson on the cover. Before I can join in with them about how I think she cheated on Nick with Johnny Knoxville a checker invites me over to a newly opened register which is a nice Karma spark as the trannies get left behind and actually end up in line behind me as an elderly woman has been rustling through her purse for a dollar as it's the amount she owes after using up all of her food stamps on the original line we were all waiting in.
I'm never shopping at Gay Ralphs again. Albertson's just as so much more to offer.