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A lot of times, I write these random scenes, usually hoping that they’ll grow into a full story. Sometimes they just don’t. Since I have no hope in ever getting those published, I’ll just post them here. This one, like a lot of them, is just a simple conversation between two people. I might come back to the idea at some point, I think there’s some comedic/surreal potential here.
I was waiting in line at a pharmacy.
“So, what are you in for?” The guy behind me asked.
“What, is this a prison or something?”
“Well a prison is a correctional facility, right? People come here for fixin’ too.”
“So a disease is equivalent to, what, a misdemeanor?”
“Eh, more like a felony, right? You ain’t comin’ in for cold meds, you know?”
“Great, so I’m like a felon?”
“Well, you’d prefer never having to be here at all right?”
“Yeah, sure, like a felon. Right.”
“You feel me?”
“Whatever dude. I’m just here to get a flu vaccine.”
“Ah main, that’s like the embezzlement of medication. So uncool.”
“Dude, if I had cancer, Wouldn’t I be at an actual hospital?”
“Of course, those are like the maximum security ones. I wasn’t expecting much. Burglary would’ve been fine.”
“I think you lost me, here.”
“Ah, you’ll come around to my way of thinking.”
“Alright, so what are you ‘in for’, eh?”
“I’ve got an addiction to narcs, y’know?”
“They can probably hear you.”
“I have plausible deniability. I think.”
“You’re kinda scary, man.”
“What, you got something against medicine abuse?”
“Uh, yeah, kind of.”
“Well, that’s too bad for you.”
“But like, what’s the equivalent to a felony for you? A repeat offender, sure, but you… actually like prison?”
“Eh, the food’s good.”
“Oh, I am so lost in this metaphor.”
“That’s the sign that the metaphor is really solidly constructed, really.”
The people in front of my had all gone, It was finally my time to go up.
“Well, good luck with your meds, dude.”
“You too, white-collar.”