One of the hardest things to adjust to moving over here is that it's fucking impossible to find things I need other than beer and crepes. Locating a pharmacy requires a PHD in cartography and a fast, young camel. The places are about two percent as big as a Shoppers or Walgreens and they won't sell you anything with medicine without a prescription. If you get a cold, the strongest shit they have is basically chicken noodle soup and a punch in the ribs.
I half admire the bastards for the dependence on their own bodies to do the healing and their pro-sick-day social policy. But, I miss cruising the football field size pharmacy for all the new products. Gilette's razor making division is more creative than all the French painters combined. When Crest invented toothpaste for day and night, I felt an emotion that bordered on love.
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That be one thing N.America does real well - pharmacies. Supposedly somebody was telling me they gots these kits in U.S. pharmacies where you grab some DNA of your children or your spouse (hair, blood) - you send it away and the results come back positive/negative for whatever your suspected drug of choice (meth, blow, pot). That has to engender good family relations - don't you think? Haven't seen them in Canada yet - but only a matter of time. On an unrelated note - drank with the Barned last night - aside from his tendency to not drink as much as I would like - he really is a charming, sweet little guy. Looking forward to more of his pithy comments this weekend. On another unrelated note - spoke to Davis last night - and supposedly R.Harris is now back in Toronto - and Davis will set up a casual drinking meet and greet. I look forward to that with much anticipation.
I'm happy that you and the Barned have enjoyed cocktails as recently as last night. It warms me so.
R. Harris is back... Look out for human feces on the sidewalk!
Home drug testing kits may be in Canada, but I always find the parents best tool to discover if their children are getting high is to listen carefully to the things the friends say, such as, "you went back and smoked some more!"
Agreed. There are certain dead-giveaways. I don't think the Barned ever forgave me for that egregious transgression.
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