I was out and about the other day and found myself at the drug store. Ah the drug store, always full of surprises. Easter is sneaking up on us, did you know that? While looking at all the delicious candy, I began to name them. Here’s how it went.
Bunny, bunny, rabbit, lamb, butterfly, killer bunny, bunny, chick….wait. Killer bunny? I slowly look around to see if I was in the Monty Python section at the novelty store. No. Indeed I was still in the drug store. I picked up said killer bunny and examined it. Well it wasn’t a killer bunny (sigh) It seemed to be a dinosaur. I guess all those other bunnies around it threw me off when I spied the fangs.
What does a dinosaur have to do with easter and spring time?
Hmm, really? How can one be so sure? I don’t even know the exact smell of snuggle. Which brings on another point, what scent are they? There are a few scents that I don’t care for. Would it have been to much to ask if they wrote down the scent? A bit of a fail here. Snuggle is not plural and “sheet” should have got the “s”.
So I seem to have this little addiction of doing things that I shouldn’t. Have you ever noticed that little black nipple at the bottom of the shaving gel cans? Give it a press next time, see what happens. Most of the time you’ll just release a little pressure and some air will come out. If you’re lucky like I was you get half the can of shaving cream to come out.
After this happened I have to press every one of these I see. Good thing I work at a drug store.
While at work I noticed that new Gwen Stefani perfume display. She has some expensive crap, you can purchase just 10ml for 30 american dollars. Thats a small bottle. Then I looked at the tester bottle. Its a big bottle, 100ml to be exact. Ok so 10ml cost you $30 and the tester bottle holds 100ml. Thats a $300 worth of perfume in that bottle.
Here’s the kicker. As you can see from this picture that $300 tester isn’t nailed, glued or velcoed down to anything.
Ah the douche bag. We sell a lot of these at the drug store. Well this one time while I was working this old lady and her two grandkids came up to me with a question. Grandma walk right up to me and my fellow co-worker and said very loudly and with authority “Where are your douche bags?” I look at her grandkids behind her and wanted to say right behind you..but that would not have been right, even though I probably was right.
Grandma began to tell me why she was here. “Oh good you have douche bags, I got a call from my grandsons school today. He called a boy in his class a douche bag, so I wanted to show him exactly what a douche bag is!” Yeah she kept saying douche bag and not a a reasonable level either. She was almost yelling. People were starring. It was awesome.
Now if this kid didn’t know what a douche bag was before and now he knows, wouldn’t he be feeling better know exactly what that insult means now?
Well it I was that punk kid, I’d be like “Oh sweet, calling someone a douche bag is an AWESOME DIS!”
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