The Local Pusher

So, today I was emailing Amy about my conversation with Tiff and Binta. About how yeah, she has a cold, and Tiff had given her liquid Tylenol cold stuff that was yucky tasting (I said like old socks) so I told her to make sure she gave her Dimetapp ( because she was going to get on a plane to go to Boston); the grape kind so her ears wouldn’t pop. Binta was like I don’t like medicine. I said, this is good stuff. Like grape kool-aid. J Almost like a grape martini. Haha

So then I get a text last night that said, “From Binta” and it said something like THAT WAS A BLAST!!!!

Yeah, I’m a pusher.  PSSTTTT….Hey, got the grape stuff. Give me your allowance!

Then Amy emails me back:

Dude, you have a new profession. Pushing cold medicine to 5 year olds. Next thing you know, you’re going to have a line outside your front door of every kindergartener with blood shot eyes, begging you for grape Dimetapp, spending their hard earned allowance on their addiction… Pretty soon the rehab centers will be teeming with 5 and 6 year old junkies…

Sadly, I wonder if I would make more money than I do now. Might be worth looking into.