11/16/2015

Like finding a needle in a well lit store the stuff dreams are made of.

Yesterday at work a girl that just happen to look like a junky came to the register and put a hypodermic needle down on the counter.  She said "I found this on one of the aisles you should confiscate it." Aside from the obvious lie that she found it in the store she mumbled something about not having the correct wallet.  The other one had the money in it.  What are the chances of going shopping with an empty wallet and finding a needle inside a store.  It seemed odd last night as the scenario unfolded but my guard was up because her and the guy she was with looked deranged.  However I fear this sort of encounter will become common place. Retailers will be required to except IOU's and provide needle disposal canisters for customers living in alternate realities.  The people who believe anything they say becomes potentially true.  Just believe in yourself. Dream big and all that sort if fluff.  Her use of the word confiscate was her attempt at a confession but not a cry for help.  A subtle gesture lost on me and the shocked customers she butted in front of to plead her case.  We wanted her to leave.  Go away.  Take her fantasies and get out.  Did she want to be normal?  I saw no glimner of hope or human qualities.  There isn't a rope long enough to save her from the hole she had dug.  She was going to have to climb to reach what was provided.  I didn't see any will to live in either of them.    He said she was his wife.  That is what made her come to the front.  She didn't trust him so she started trying to cover her ass by turning over the needle.  Whatever direction they were headed was trouble.

I didn't say anything because she looked like she was barely coping with reality and ready to come loose at the seams.  To the people that think drugs are wonderful and harmless forms of entertainment:  Please come and gather up your lost children they need you now more than ever.  They've worn out their welcome.

The police came a picked up the needle to dispose of it properly.  The couple wandered off into a chilly head trip of a long cold night.

I felt as if I spoke to devil living inside those two.  Sometimes it is the girl and sometimes it is the guy that has the stronger influence.  Most definanetly the guy was calling all the shots.

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