Strange conversation at drug store
I stopped by a Kerr Drugs this morning to pick up some advil for a headache.
The clerk, a middle aged woman, engaged me in a very interesting and disturbing conversation.
Self: Morning, how are you doing.
Clerk: Good.
Clerk: Do you know where to buy pepper spray?
Self: No… (thinking) Do you mean something like mace.
Self: Perhaps a hunting supply store or something like that. I don’t remember ever seeing any in stores. (Now a very perplexed look on my face)
Clerk: I’ll just get my nephew at the highway department to get me some.
Clerk: I want some because someone who works in here keeps on touching my face.
Clerk: Do you think that will make the person stop touching my face?
Self: Uhhh… (very confused and amused now) Well it should. See ya. (walking quickly out of store at this point)
And the sad thing is that I don’t think she was joking.