justmestace
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That reminds me of a true story. When I was first married to Megan's dad, we moved to Colorado....can't remember the name of the town, but we were just outside Denver.
He got sick with a cold, and insisted that he could never get to sleep if he didn't have some Nyquil. It was late, not the greatest part of town, I had no idea where to find a store open. I tried to convince him that it wouldn't be safe for me to go out...but Noooo..
So I head out, drive around for a while, and finally find a K-Mart.
I go in, get the Nyquil, and discover that I am the only white person in the entire store. No big deal.....
As I was leaving, a man followed me. I walked faster, he walked faster....luckily, there were some kids in the bed of a pickup parked right next to me, so as I walked past I said "Hi!" really loud. They looked at me like I was nuts, but at least they were looking.
I unlocked the car as fast as I could, opened the door, and hit myself in the chin....cut my chin open, and bit my tongue.
Blood was running down the front of me, and trust me, I was not a happy camper. But I figured I got his Nyquil, so we could both sleep...and the guy stopped following me.
I get back to our apartment, and it's dark in there. I don't know my way around, but I try to work my way to the bedroom, where I know that my ex must be suffering something awful.
I ran smack into the coffee table, and cut my shin. I think I said a bad word.
I get into the bedroom and am ready to say "Here you are, you poor sick person".......and guess what?? The son of a gun is SOUND ASLEEP!
Now I distinctly remember saying a bad word. And throwing the Nyquil at him.
And we didn't have any Band-Aids.
He got sick with a cold, and insisted that he could never get to sleep if he didn't have some Nyquil. It was late, not the greatest part of town, I had no idea where to find a store open. I tried to convince him that it wouldn't be safe for me to go out...but Noooo..
So I head out, drive around for a while, and finally find a K-Mart.
I go in, get the Nyquil, and discover that I am the only white person in the entire store. No big deal.....
As I was leaving, a man followed me. I walked faster, he walked faster....luckily, there were some kids in the bed of a pickup parked right next to me, so as I walked past I said "Hi!" really loud. They looked at me like I was nuts, but at least they were looking.
I unlocked the car as fast as I could, opened the door, and hit myself in the chin....cut my chin open, and bit my tongue.
Blood was running down the front of me, and trust me, I was not a happy camper. But I figured I got his Nyquil, so we could both sleep...and the guy stopped following me.
I get back to our apartment, and it's dark in there. I don't know my way around, but I try to work my way to the bedroom, where I know that my ex must be suffering something awful.
I ran smack into the coffee table, and cut my shin. I think I said a bad word.
I get into the bedroom and am ready to say "Here you are, you poor sick person".......and guess what?? The son of a gun is SOUND ASLEEP!
Now I distinctly remember saying a bad word. And throwing the Nyquil at him.
And we didn't have any Band-Aids.
That's funny! But he was nice enough to go find the strawberries....and at least he didn't throw them at you!
