I’m visiting Dr. Man in Dodge right now. He was on call yesterday and part of today, so I was stuck “exploring” Dodge on my own. [I have to use the term exploring rather loosely, as I was rather sick yesterday and my “exploring” mostly consisted of trying to forage for necessities.] Here is a list of interesting experiences I had yesterday:
– The one in which the Dry Cleaners refused to accept that I was dropping off men’s pants. She wouldn’t believe me until I tried them on and she saw they were no where near fitting. (This was even after I explained that these were my husband’s.)
– The one in which Walmart thought I was a drug-seeker. As previously stated, I am sick. I wanted Sudafed and not the fake stuff either (that stuff never seems to work for me). I went to the pharmacy counter at Walmart, asked for the “illicit substance,” and gave them my driver’s license. I was then told that they would not sell it to me with an out-of-state license and that was “the oldest trick in the book” and that I had “better leave before being escorted out.” All I wanted was a 24 pack of Sudafed. Geez. It wasn’t even the highest count pack they had.
– The one in which I was questioned on my grocery store purchases. I went to the grocery store to pick up: Milk, OJ, and frozen pizza (yes, I am that lame). I got there and realized that I wanted cookie mix as well. The cookie mix makes 36 cookies. The checkout clerk commented on this, laughed, and remarked that I may want to add an antacid to my purchases if that was my dinner.
Yep, that’s Dodge.
Oh man, I HATE that stupid out-of-state drivers license rule. I still have my “permanent residency” back where I grew up, even though I’ve been in DC for school for the past 7 years. I never bothered to change it as an undergrad since I didn’t know where I’d wind up for grad school, and then I kept moving between DC and Virginia so I didn’t bother to change it, and now I’ve settled in DC but my 8 of my fiance’s top 10 ranked residency programs are actually back in the state in which I have permanent residency, so after a few years of the long-distance marriage thing I’ll eventually move back to where he is once I’m done with grad school. So, the summary here is that I have never once successfully been able to get any of the good drugs because my drivers license does not state that I am from VA, MD, or DC. And then when I’m home, I can only buy one pack at a time because then they think you’re trying to stock pile to make the crystal meth. Please. I could probably use my chemistry knowledge to freebase cocaine if I wanted to — I honestly just want some Sudafed for my cold!
Dogde: WTF?
Good thing Dr Man is moving soon.
Wow, I’ve never had the Out of State License problem. Sorry they gave you a hard time.
I often get comments from grocery store checkout clerks on my grocery selection. I think it’s because I make a lot of ethnic food and therefore buy combinations of ingredients the average American in my neighborhood doesn’t buy. I don’t mind if they’re just curious–how do you cook that, what does it taste like, etc. It’s comments like, “I don’t know anyone who likes that,” or “I wouldn’t want to eat that” that I find obnoxious.