• Mood: freaked right on out

AIIIIIIIIITE...THAT DOES IT

Finally got the nerve to go to Rite-Aid to hunt and gather. Right after I walked in, a girl -- dressed EXACTLY like me -- was behind, and hurried ahead of me. We wore identical baseball caps, white t-shirts...jeans. So of course, I noticed her. Anyway, I'm all minding my business, when I hear this whispered conversation about "...her hair is in a white baseball cap, pulled up in a ponytail..." on a policeman's radio.

WTH?

I was all paranoid, thinking they knew that *I* was the one who told the lesbian officer she was unfit to wear a uniform, running down -- in my head -- what it could POSSIBLY BE that they were after me for. As I rounded a corner, FIVE big police officers were all "EXCUSE ME. WE NEED TO SEE YOUR I.D."

BLINK

I fumbled around and sure enough, it was in my glove compartment. I did, however, have a business card thing with my editor-in-chief bidness cards, and showed them THAT, and told them I could go out to the car and get other I.D., BUT WHAT IS GOING ON???

Then, one of the younger officers FLEW down the aisle towards the pharmacy. They said "Nevermind. Sorry we inconvenienced you" and like handcuffed her, and she burst into tears, trying to explain ... SOMETHING.

GAH. I CAN'T LEAVE THE FREAKIN' HOUSE WITHOUT WEIRD SHEIZE GOIN' ON. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Anyway, since I am nosy (and a reporter), I cozied up to the pharmacist and found out she's a resident/intern/U.A.B.? student who's been writing her own prescriptions for hydrocodone. OOO GOOODYYYYYY. HAVE A NICEEEEEEEEEEE LONG JAIL STAY, WHILST YOU LOSE ANY CHANCE OF A FUTURE.

Hahaha. Mkay. That was SO NOT FUNNY. But still. WHAT ARE THE FREAKIN' CHANCES?!?!? It IS just me. No one wanted to tell me, but yeah. I'm SO freakin' jinxed.

Uh. Still in shock. I'm just sayin'...I need a lil nap after all that, and the death trip home on the scary doughnut.

Gratuitous, daily quiz...YEAH. I'M CONFIDENT I ALMOST WENT TO JAIL FOR LOOKING LIKE SOME OTHER CHICK.

You're a Confident Chica You're a total superstar - and you know it Even if no one else does (in which case you'll remind them) You hate to admit that you're wrong... even to yourself Your life is great - and you're thankful for every great thing you have Are You Confident YOU MIGHT go to jail for looking like someone else? WTH?

Yeah. Okay. WHATEVER.