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grown-ass woman pulls into the spot in front of me, and her headlights fully illuminate me sitting in the driver's seat, popping pills and chasing it with a hearty swig of strawberry milk straight from the jug, while making and maintaining direct eye contact with me.

At least I got my milk

I think, "I got medicine in the car. No worries." I put the groceries in the car and realize that I do not, in fact, have water to take said medicine. I do, however, have a half-gallon of strawberry milk. It's going to look weird, but it's dark, and no one is nearby, a much more mature (continued)

Never did my parents indulge me in the strawberry milk as a youngster, so I think, "Well, I am a grown-ass woman who earns her own money. And I'm going to buy myself some."

Fast forward to the end of the shopping trip. I'm checking out, and I feel the early twinges of a migraine. (continued)

It got worse. I got covid and had to throw in the towel.