It’s definitely cold and flu season.
I dragged myself to the grocery store today since I had nothing to drink except beer. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but beer is off the menu due to the heinous cold I have.
Ralph’s decided to go with volume over pricing in selling their store-brand NyQuil substitute (medium bottle of NyQuil: $6.00, giant bottle of store brand: $3.50), and I found the last bottle of “cherry” flavor in the whole damn store.
I know some people (I’m thinking of a few Chicagoland residents right now) extol the virtues of the GREEEEEEEEEEN flavor of NyQuil, but I’m a taste wimp. That stuff is vile, and the “cherry” flavor knocks you out just as cold.
The store had set up a little “cold and flu season is here!” display with assorted remedies. It had been picked totally clean of every single store-brand item. God bless the cheap and/or anti-corporate people of my neighborhood.
And I got four of the last six cans of store-brand chicken soup (the Campbell’s, oddly enough, was totally gone).
The only other people in line were other sick people and one crazy old artist-type with his hair dyed bright orange and his much younger helper giving him a tutorial on the basics of grocery shopping.
And now, after purchasing and putting away groceries, I need to lie down for about four hours.
I have Bird Flu. And the only thing keeping me alive right now is the deliciousness of GREEEEEN NyQuil! If you don’t like GREEEEEN, then you hate America!!!!
Either ‘flavor’ makes me gag. But the gagging only lasts a minute until I start hallucinating. Then everything is OK.
Red kicks green’s ass. Red at least tastes like a flavor that occurs somewhere in synthetic nature.