Um. So there I was, waiting in line. It was a much warmer day than today. Humid, not sunny. The acrid smell of one of the neighbors having just pumped out their holding tank permeated the atmosphere of the marina, adding to the atmosphere. At least there were a few cold beers left. I checked the chamber of my pistol, and it was loaded so I took another shot of Scotch, neat. The approaching storm was making me almost giddy with anticipation. I was not wearing any pants. I don't know why people use the drive through at the pharmacy; it's faster and more pleasant in the air conditioned line inside the store. The rutabaga sat, unperturbed.