3 Jun 2013
It's not the taking of pills that worries me.
Nor even having to take them in such quantity that it warrants a neatly divvied up wee box.
Without a word of exaggeration (or even a vowel of exaggeration), Not My Boyfriend Ron asked Juno whether she wanted her tablets from the compartment marked 'Deb, Eve, Zooz or Nrom'.
I think that she was so dumbfounded by his clattering lack of insight into how you hold the package to read it that she failed to reply entirely.
I myself was left gawping like a goldfish.
He drives a car....so be afraid, VERY afraid.
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