It’s a terrible dilemna – surely you can see that.
Do I go in and get the 16p nails I need first, then step over and get my Valium refill? Or, do I get the Valium first, pop a few, go grab an ice-cold Co-Coler and sit down to chat for a while with Mr. McLeskey or Mr. Todd. Never know, the hippophile in us might come out and we can talk about my old bay mare until the Valium kicks in. Then I can saunter off and wander around the store and get those 16p nails, some charcoal, a magnet, an old cardboard box if the have it, 3 feet of twine and a tin of snuff. I got thirty bucks so that should be enough to pay for it all.
It surely is a dilemna.
A little made up tale for my second submission to the “Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life.”
I don’t know if this place is still open, but when I took this picture it was.
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day. ~From “Mother’s Little Helper” by The Rolling Stones
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