Sassy Black Friend

Who needs CVS?

I had dinner with some professional acquaintances recently, and it was a strange experience. First of all, it’s odd (for me) to be in the home of someone I sually only communicate with via email. This woman has been great about connecting me with new clients, so obviously I’m a fan. But I’ve only met her twice before, and we’ve been working together for two years. So I was nervous, but willing.

The dinner itself was fine. Everyone was a writer or a techie, so we just talked shop the whole time. But then something interesting happened. One of the guests (a guy I’ve been working on a project with for a few weeks now) got a headache. Our hostess was busy, so she told me to (this is a direct quote), “go look in the medicine cabinet. You should be able to find a few things that might help.”

Weird, right? Most people would just say “there’s Tylenol in the medicine cabinet.” Once I opened it, I got it. The woman had a private pharmacy in her bathroom. She had ten headache medicines (3 that were prescriptions), four different antibiotics, six sleep aids, and a bunch of things I’d never even heard of before like Phentermine, Prednicen-M and Lodine.

I laughed for a while, then grabbed some Advil. She didn’t say anything, so neither did I. But I am curious what’s going on there. She obviously didn’t forget about all that stuff, and didn’t mind that I saw it. I really wish I could get the story.