The Shelf Life of Drugs & Rock ‘n Roll
How many dreams actually mean something?
For some reason (possibly due to the stress of working with 20 seven-year-olds on a daily basis), Esther had a headache. I quickly offered to head across town in the middle of the night and hit a pharmacy for some medication to ease her pain, being the good husband I am.
Yep, this must be a dream.
When I walked into the white-walled building, I was greeted by an apparent New Yorker; he had a good 3 day beard and talked like a Soprano. Nonetheless, he was the pharmacist, so I asked "Which way to the headache pills?". For some strange reason, the pills were in a whole other compartment, locked down behind a gate.
Why do they alarm/lock the razor section of stores nowadays? Are people more likely to steal some Mach 3 blades than drugs?
After the gate was unlocked, our gangster-pharmacist started looking through the rows and rows of little bottles to find, I assumed, just the right dope. After a single REM blink and about 5 dreaminutes, he looked up and said, "Nope. Sorry." This confused me, because I clearly recognized brand names: Tylenol and Aspirin, at least. When I queried him, he pointed out a label on one of the bottles.
exp Apr 8, 2009
In my dreams (and often when I'm awake) I make vastly unwarranted assumptions, so I guessed that all of the drugs expired in less than year. Apparently I was correct. However, even in my disconnected state, I couldn't figure out why I couldn't use them now. "I can't sell them once they're within a year of expiring. I guess the companies don't want people to know these things can be out of date."
Then, inexplicably, I was at a music store, holding a disc of a band that will remain unnamed. I looked at the generic "We're a band...and that's important" picture on the front and felt the cellophane squeak between my fingers. I miss opening CDs. Stupid internet. Anyway, I was kinda startled when I looked at the back of the disc and noticed something I hadn't seen before.
exp Jul 13, 2008