my empire of dirt

Today at work I was hit on by a forty five year old menopausal mother who was having trouble picking up the antidepressants her doctor at rehab had prescribed her due to the misfortunate decision of an Amsterdam City Court Judge to confiscate her ID on account of her abusive relationship with both alcohol and driving. I know all this because she told me. What's worse than the fact that of all the perfectly fine looking women who come by the pharmacy (usually to pick up their birth control so they can have sex with their chiseled boyfriends) this one decides to hit on me? The fact that I actually went along with it.

That's right, when the old hag asked me if she could give me all singles, I said, "You can give me anything you'd like." To which she replied, "Don't tempt me, you see the menopause pills?" I retorted, "Just thought you might like to settle this transaction without cash." She laughed and Phil the pharmacist threatened to fire me.

To somehow make the whole matter worse than this, she had a daughter with her that wasn't, despite the likelihood she had been railed more times than most Taiwanese prostitutes, that bad looking. She was so disgusted with the innuendo filled discourse she walked away.

I thought another person, a guy this time, was coming onto me later. He's an older Italian man who speaks little English and has a very heavy accent. The fellow pulls up to the drive through and tries to tell me want he wants but quickly resorts to hand signals due to his inability to communicate with me. He was making some motion with his hand and mouth. It looked like he wanted to suck me off. Luckily, as it turns out, he just wanted a refill on his inhaler. I was a little relieved but also a little disappointed.


I'm going this Friday to see The Wrath of Kahn. I'm really excited.


--Note--
This post was suppose to be a lot longer but my girlfriend is bugging me about it so it's going up prematurely.