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ME: How could you?

MICE ELF: Yeah! Low-hanging fruit, this. 

CP: After as long as I've spent in retail, you really expected me to let this one go? Don't you know me by now?

ME: Um. . . 

MICE ELF: Not fair. ME tried to stop you. 

CP: Not gonna happen. You know the requirements; we don't tolerate dumb people asking dumb questions and we really expect people to answer the question they were asked while asking the question they want answered. We've been over this. 

ME: But, seriously?

MICE ELF: <snickers> ME said butt. . . 

CP: Enough. Here's where it started:

Person Looking Unsure Generally: Where would I find suppositories?

CP: It depends. I can think of 3 places.  

PLUG: No, like in the store. 

CP: Ah. What type of suppositories?

PLUG: Huh?

CP: Rectal or vaginal? I doubt you're asking for urethral. 

PLUG: <sheepishly bends over, and points at her butt> 

CP: Right. I know where they GO. I want to know WHY they go. 

PLUG: Huh?

CP: What are you treating?

PLUG: It's not for me. 

CP: Ok. But someone's butt is getting suppositoried tonight and I need to know why. Fever? Constipation? Hemorrhoids? Nausea? Drug Smuggler?

PLUG: They're plugged up. 

CP: Laxatives. Right. Aisle H with the other rectal preparations. 

ME: She really pointed to her butt?

MICE ELF: She did. 

CP: Easier to say suppositories out loud than admit he's a packed mule. 

ME: It was just constipation. 

CP: Don't take this away from me. 

#WhereToStickIt 

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