Monday, May 30, 2016

Stopping the Nazis

A tall, muscular dude with tattoos steps up to the drop off window. He has a script for Oxycodone 30mg.

"Your store down at Bedlam and Fastway sent me over. They said you have Mallinckrodt brand."

Oddly, that store had called about 15 minutes previously and asked if I had Oxy 30. I had told them no.

"We're out. We've had trouble with the paperwork with our supplier lately. We're waiting for an order to come in tomorrow," Flynn tells them.

Meanwhile, I'm starting to get angry. I'm wondering why the tech or pharmacist (that called about our Oxycodone supply) still sent the guy to see me. 

"It's those damn Jews on Wall Street," the guy spits out, like he has some inside knowledge as to our supply issue. He reaches up to scratch his head and I can see a swastika tattoo on his arm. He's a Nazi thug.

NOW it dawns on me... the ladies at the Bedlam and Fastway Goofmart sent the thug over so I can deal with him. 

Thanks, ladies.

<cue Indiana Jones Music>

Now at this point I'd like to say that a scuffle occurred and there were many bruises and bloody lips. 

I'd like to tell you that I beat that Nazi thug but good while the crowd that formed at Goofmart cheered me on. Most of all, I'd like to tell you that Karen Allen was there to make out with me after the fight.

But instead I can only tell you that the guy just walked away.

<Indiana Jones music ends, abruptly>

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I hate Illinois Nazis...