My Single Mom Life

I take gobs of pain killers, shit tons actually, but what I find utterly amusing is that they don't touch a headache.
They work good on body pain, most of the time, but a headache, not at all.
So I go looking around the house for Tylenol or something. None.
Off to 7-11 where they will charge me $8 for 24 pills. Over priced greedy fucknuts.
So I go up, grab something that semi-resembles food cuz I'm hungry and have a headache and having to cook would just suck and then look for Tylenol.
Hrm sign says behind the counter now, ask clerk.
Are people stealing Tylenol? :/
I get up to the counter and ask her about the Tylenol, can I see what you have cuz tylenol may not be what I want. Advil? Aleve? Whatcha got?
So I'm looking at what they have and this guy behind me is on his cell phone talking to someone about a job.
He needs a job. bad. This job that he applied for. This job he's going to an interview at 10am. Bad. Must have job. Broke. No other jobs he's applied for have panned out.
I pay for my Advil and I'm putting my change in my purse and he sets his purchase on the counter still talking about how he needs this job in the worst fucking way man. You just have no idea how broke he is.
What's he buying at 8:45am?
A 40 ouncer.
Yup. A big ass mother fucking 40 ounce beer.
I leave, go stand at the corner and wait for the light to change so I don't get smushed trying to cross 8 lanes of traffic and the guy comes to the corner as well.
Opens his 7-11 paper bag, twists the cap and takes a huge drink.

Good luck getting that job buddy.