Overheard
Some lovely people get on my bus.
1: Are we going to your chemist first?
2: (unintelligible mumbles)
1: We’re early, they might not be open yet, it’s only 8am
2: (unintelligible mumbles)
1: Mine should be open
2: Yeah
1: They have all the pick-ups packaged ready-to-go…
Oh I geddit… chemist == drug dealer. Now it makes more sense, couldn’t work out why they each had their own “chemist”. Those sneaky crackheads.
