I was just thinking...

  So after a lot of wishful thinking and wasting my gas I made my way back to the Walgreens that was closest to were I lived, which was a dilemma in and of itself as there is practically a Walgreens on every corner out here. (remind me to tell you about my Walgreens theory later)

  I managed to make a decision on which Walgreens to go to, and once inside it appeared that they saw suckers like me coming as all of the prices were like three times higher than what they normally would be... but it wasn't like I had any other store to go to right.  So there I was walking the aisles and complaining to myself about the prices in my own little world when without warning I was grabbed by the neck and pummeled ruthlessly about the nose by the most horrid smell.  It was the smell of stinky skunk smelling weed smoke!    

  It was as if the wearer of the smell had taken a bath in Au De Cannabis.  I tried to get away by walking in the other direction but the smell was so strong it seemed to follow me around.  I was frantically running up and down the aisles and every time I turned a corner there were the culprits in all of the malodorous glory!

  After twenty minutes of evasive maneuvers I saw an opening at the cash register and made a run for it, and wouldn't you know it the line seemed to come to a stop as soon as I got in it.  I kept looking over my shoulder and praying and sending mental signals to the cashier to move faster so that I could get outta there before those weed eaters showed up with that horrid smell again.  

  I was hoping that I could make it, but my hopes were in vain because just as I was about to turn around I caught a whiff  of that offensive smell again and it started getting stronger and stronger.  Just as I had feared, my not so sweet smelling friends strolled up right behind me.  

  I tried holding my breath... which turned out to be not such a good idea because just before the point of blacking out, my reflexes forced me to take in a gigantic breath of air hitting me with an even larger more concentrated dose of the smell.

  It seemed like a lifetime as I stood in that line waiting to get away, I tried everything I could think of to block that smell... in fact I was so desperate that I even tried passing gas just to change the smell... didn't work (mental note flatulence and weed smoke... not a good combination).  

  After several unsuccessful attempts to escape I found myself becoming calm...I didn't really think too much about anymore... until I got home and realized that I suddenly had the strong desire to eat a couple of candy bars and a bag of chips...