I don’t ski or snowboard or do anything that requires me to voluntarily be wet and cold, but even I hate the bastards getting off the Seabus at 8am with all their gear. Why should they get to have fun frolicking on a mountaintop while I am at work wrestling with routers (literally; I fight under the name El Gato sin Pantalones)? I call shenanigans on them, the lousy slackers.
I am amused to find myself slightly obsessed with tulle. After all, tulle played a large part in the saga of my wedding dress woes – there was frankly too much of it, and my mind broke. At the time, I never wanted to see tulle again. Fast forward to today – I want tulle. Lots of it. I want a series of increasingly fluffy skirts, each with many layers of tulle in fabulous colours. I am well aware of my own home ec shortcomings and inexplicable fear of my sewing machine, but I really think I could make myself a tulle skirt very easily. I am tempted to try, and I bet I could convince Miranda to be my partner in crime as she knows her way around both the fabric store and a sewing machine. This could happen. It could be glorious, in a way probably only I can truly appreciate.
Last night I did some thinking about my recovered wallet and the bizarre shit filed under “things that only happen to Kimli” that came with it. The money that was in my wallet was long gone, which was entirely expected. What wasn’t expected was the fact that my prescription was also missing. I got everything back (and promptly cut up all the credit cards), but my refill for crazy pills wasn’t there. I’ve already replaced the prescription and am basking in my chemically induced sanity, but that’s weird. Who takes a prescription in someone else’s name? It’s not like you can fill it or get high off it or anything.
Along that line of thought, who admits to taking the cash in the wallet, takes the small reward you offered (after initially refusing it), then calls you up after you leave to attempt to extort more money out of you?
That guy, apparently. Watch out for him.
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As far as I have ever experienced, they don’t generally ID for prescriptions. So he could go fill it, use it or sell it for 5 bucks a pill (especially if they are crazy pills).
What a shithead.
Yup, no ID required for crazy pills. Or any other kind. I filled many a prescription for my grandmother back in the day. Not sure what they thought about a 20 yr old kid getting hypertension pills, but they never argued it. :)
On the other hand, I have a new moneymaking scheme: Selling crazy pills. “Oh yes, my wallet was stolen, and I need a new prescription.” “Of course! Here you go, crazy lady!”
Step 1: Get extra crazy pills!
Step 2: …
Step 3: PROFIT!
I think step 2 is finding people who want to buy crazy pills, but as I have a day job and am not familiar with “the streets” as it may be, this is more difficult than it sounds.
The interwebz can help you sell crazy pills. Or so I would think.
Tell us the story of the wallet return? Sounds rather … juicy ….
Even if they did fill the prescription, they won’t get very far – I take an extremely low dose of sanity. I can’t imagine the pills are worth very much!
Matt: I’m not supposed to say anything about it at all, just yet .. but I have a big mouth (big fingers?) and am totally curious about what makes people do those sort of things :)
Dude! I will totally play tulle skirt dressup with you. In fact, I *already have purchased* a large quantity of tulle for exactly that purpose, and it sits waiting to be useful and attacked by my hack job sewing skills. I have red and black, I believe, and more tulle is always a good thing.
Woo!
OK, now I’m dying of curiosity! WTF?! Are you serious????
Dude, someone deserves a good ass kickin’…
And crazy pills? I mean, like you said, they don’t get you high (BUT perhaps if you have another medical condition like, schizophrenia or something, they might? Nah, probably not…) so what’s the use? Anyone can go into a clinic and get their very own Rx for those pretty easily, I suspect.
And illie (helpful boy he is) goes and gets my Rxes filled for me all the time; they never say a dang thing. I’ve even sent my son – and my Rxes COULD get you high, so it makes me wonder that they only ask to confirm the name and address attached to it. But who else would know my address – unless maybe they’d stolen shit from my wallet… ugh. :(
Yes, please Kimli, we really want to know what happened with the wallet extortion? Did the police give you a “gag” order?
holy shit this dude’s so dead.
You should find out who the guy is and extort him back or something. Geez. Whatever happened to people being nice for the sake of it?