The woman in the aisle seat ahead of me is unloading her entire bag while smacking at her tiny dog and yelling at him repeatedly to, “STAY! You stay right there! STAY!” It’s a plane: where’s he gonna go?
Her flight bag’s label reads “Rome Casual”, but the contents are anything but: a compartmented pill box the size of the Guttenberg Bible and two large Ziplocs bursting with containers of pills.
Here’s my question. If you’ve invested in the jumbo size daily pill storage container and you still need forty more containers of pills, shouldn’t you be in the hospital? Or at the vet? (If they’re for the dog, that is, which seems unlikely since I don’t think the dog has enough volume to accommodate even one each of all those pills.)
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