Saturday 10th August.
💩Tramadol💩
💩TRAMADOL 💩
My friend had just got home from the hospital after getting her broken leg "seen to", so I take the dog and embark on the 20 minute walk to her place.Doggy squats and does what dogs do best -we'd all be pooping in public if we could get away with it. Being the responsible citizen and dog owner that I am, out comes the poo bag. Tying off the warm, squidgy laden bag, I can breathe easy once more. Then as I approach one of the few remaining public bins in the country, what's this I spy right on top, just about where I would ordinarily aim the bag of turds??
It's a pharmacy bag that's very obviously full. Never one to let an opportunity pass me by, I swap my bag for the crisp white paper bag with the instantly recognisable green cross. My heart's a-racing as I instinctively check all around me before surreptitiously opening it up and stealing a quick glance inside (just to check it's not full of razor blades, more poop or maybe all my aspirations, broken dreams and personal failings (I know they're somewhere waiting for the optimum moment to slap me in the face at a time of unparalleled inconvenience).
I am disappoint!! 😕 It's bloody Tramadol!!
🩲Pants!!
