I recently stopped using the stupid Apple "Photos" app and migrated my thousands of photographs from over the decades to Google Photos. (I highly recommend doing so yourself.) I was browsing the newly-uploaded and came across the pix you see above of the Walgreens drug store. It might look like one of any thousands of strip-mall Walgreens drug stores that blanket the country, but this one is in Phoenix, AZ, and it is where something dumb and funny happened. Here, I'll tell ya ...
I was in Phoenix for a reason I forget, but one Saturday night several of us trekked over to a bar and had a few. We threw darts, smoked cigs, tried to get Jimi to stop dropping his pants, and had a fun night at the bar. It got late.
When the barkeep yelled, "last call," someone asked, "do we have any beer back at the base?" The base commander said, "no. We're out." Someone said, "Shit!" A few of us looked at each other and we all said, "SHIT!" at the same time and we hightailed it out the door, everyone knowing what we were doing: Emergency beer run.
We jumped in a car, peeled out of there and the driver yelled, "WHERE?" After a sec, someone said, "Walgreens has a liquor department!!" Walgreens with liquor department was close and it was a good thing because if it was last call at the bar, it was last call at the Walgreens.
We lurched to a stop right out front, making screeching sound with the tires. Jimi and I were out before the car stopped moving and we ran madly into the store, banging the doors open furiously.
The speed at which we were moving for the previous three minutes hit a brick wall seconds after entering the store. To our right was a line of eight or 10 people waiting to check out. To our left was the liquor department, separated from the rest of the store. It was as dark as a tomb and a thin chain stretched across the opening. Jimi and I looked at each other. We looked at the closed liquor department, back at one another then to the lone employee behind the register. His mouth was wide open as were the mouths of nine of the ten customers. Everyone was staring at the two morons that barnstormed into the Walgreens. "What's up with the liquor department?" I pleaded to the employee.
"Closes early," he said. Jimi and I looked at each other. "SHIT!!" we said to each other at the same time. We turned and ran out as fast as we had come in, banging the bejesus out of the door again.
We jumped in the car. "Go, go, go!" Jimi yelled, and our driver, thinking maybe that our beer run was of the truest form of the act, punched it, squealing tires. "What did you get? she yelled. "Nothing! Liquor department was closed!" "Shit!" she yelled.
A few seconds later, which was a few minutes past last call everywhere, we managed to get a kid at a nearby Circle K to sell us a case. Whew.
The next day, Jimi and I laughed about the night before. We remembered how we barged into the Walgreens like madmen. "I'm sure at least one of them thought we were there to rob the place," Jimi said. "Oh for sure," I agreed, "it's a damn good thing none of them cowboys in line had a pistol on them. We'd be pushin' up the daisies if he had." Jimi agreed. We talked about it and laughed some more.
Tonight - Pagan Idol (a first for TNSC)
Happy Birthday to Founding Member Alan Alonzo Chimenti. He's 25. Come on out and buy him a gin martini.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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