Realizing my purchase, I laughed out loud.
Years go, I picked up tampons, pads and I’m not sure how many bags of chocolate candy from CVS. Paying for my stash, the male cashier, as I left, said, “Have a great weekend!”
This evening, I drove through the pharmacy drive-thru to pick up my Xanax and Wellburtin scripts. Pulling the bag from the old-timey bank drawer, the pharm tech said, “Have a good weekend!”
Again, I laughed.
Living with anxiety and depression—and in a world seemingly going to shit, a person has to find the funny. I had a pizza on the passenger’s seat, too!