Today I attempted to offer my pharmaceutical counseling skills to a guy who was ordering chicken wings on his cell phone as he stood at the counter while I rang him up. That didn't go so well. Normally I would be irritated as hell by this, but I felt strangely serene -- perhaps it was the thought of chicken wings, which I couldn't shake all day. Honest to God, I actually picked some up on the way home --- honey BBQ sauce, and they were good.
Too bad it was a whole bunch of calories I probably didn't need. Damn you, cell phone guy!!
Good thing I am a professional pharmacist.